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Sep 2010
Shifting like a gentle breeze
Slowly side to side
Splashing up against the rocks
Hope you enjoy the ride

The wind is flying through my hair
The water in my hands
Nature surrounds me closely here
My private little land

I can express my emotions openly
No one can criticise
I'm safe when i'm inside here
Because it's called my mind

You could visit mountains
And go to the sea side
But that is still not comparable
To what's inside my mind

A private little island
A place where i can be me
Some where, where anything is possible
Some place not watched by society

No one looks down on you in here
No you can't get in my head
If you want peace and quiet
Then visit yours instead
copyright JWG 2011

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Written by
John Wayne Gacy
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