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Dec 2013
i wonder why i'm here
maybe its my purpose to just disappear
i want to be free to do whatever i want
and lets be real its not that easy to be blunt
this feeling i have doesn't seem fair
i want to be happy, its not that i just don't care

i'm feeling like a puppet on strings
and i can't bear to wait 'til freedom rings
one way or another i'll find a way out
that's a promise, let there be no doubt

so many trials, hits, and misses
you go against my judgement and my wishes
i'm only so strong before i break
question is

how much more can i take?

this was me a few moths ago x
allison joy
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allison joy
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