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Euphoria spellbinding me into complacency Makes a dream of liberation Too far to become reality A carousel spinning while I sit still Finding myself captive Not against my own will Colors that placate the mind Glitter seeming sound like gold Silver linings that I may never find One may tell me and never be told   These days that hold me prisoner Distracted, divisive, and dead My arms that feel heavier When I wake from a dreaming bed   How I wish to know true freedom For captivity I breathe in still Confined by the early stardom And running from a future bill
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Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 9:20 PM UTC
Take me off, I’m running too high
Euphoria spellbinding me into complacency Makes a dream of liberation Too far to become reality A carousel spinning while I sit still Finding myself captive Not against my own will Colors that placate the mind Glitter seeming sound like gold Silver linings that I may never find One may tell me and never be told   These days that hold me prisoner Distracted, divisive, and dead My arms that feel heavier When I wake from a dreaming bed   How I wish to know true freedom For captivity I breathe in still Confined by the early stardom And running from a future bill
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21/F/New York City
Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 9:20 PM UTC
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