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The Great Escape

twisted, mangled

tattered, torn

i look at my life

wonder why i was born.

healing my wounds

fixing my soul

your face is filled

with a bullet hole

the chains i wear

are freeing me

the bars i sit in

do you finally agree?

no longer will i

have to back down

getting away from you

has made me sound

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Published: Aug 18, 2010
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