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Jan 2014
Dream after dream and there's a lot,
Please after please until he got up and ran out...

Ever sense that day my feet been free of old routs,
Old shouts and too much of digging except climbing out.

Oh I loved how the chains became my mouth and the dirt was the best way to sleep with dead things that never would speak out.

They blow trees now just get away
Without even running somewhere to make there demons shake,
I have broken the curse and every way of baracade I break like I'm the gate!
Whoever needs to just leave there's always an escape...
I open the door to a new place when I fall down stop what I'm doing and PRAY.

Hope somebody will listen to me....>.>


You can stay here
Runaway
Leave from town
Runaway
You can hold on
Runaway
Stand your ground
Runaway
If you don't take your chances there's no way you'll never know..
Christian zeal
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