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We're all like fish waiting in a tiny fish bowl till the day we find the hole your freedom doesn't exist so you have the will to resist these days you'll have to risk Whats The point to all that stands when no one gives a helping hand will they be forgiven?The Ones Who Ran. Death Becomes A Star Which we conquer Freedom Its Like Being Reborn Then Again Through This hell were torn,Not knowing what lesson is to be learned into this hell we're thrown. when its time to run and hide who will be there to protect the sky? after you've forgotten greed you will be freed from this possessions
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
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We're all like fish waiting in a tiny fish bowl till the day we find the hole your freedom doesn't exist so you have the will to resist these days you'll have to risk Whats The point to all that stands when no one gives a helping hand will they be forgiven?The Ones Who Ran. Death Becomes A Star Which we conquer Freedom Its Like Being Reborn Then Again Through This hell were torn,Not knowing what lesson is to be learned into this hell we're thrown. when its time to run and hide who will be there to protect the sky? after you've forgotten greed you will be freed from this possessions
If there's something you don't understand in this just tell and i'll be happy to explain
tree-man
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
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