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This is my resolution sick of this cage you've put me in never even saw the bars till now cold iron bars I find my dusty soapbox it's stained with blood and tears with shaky knees I stand the view is different up here you seem so small and I so tall will you listen to me now? my head rises with hope and courage I hold the key to my cage. My resolution set me free.
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC
Soapbox
This is my resolution sick of this cage you've put me in never even saw the bars till now cold iron bars I find my dusty soapbox it's stained with blood and tears with shaky knees I stand the view is different up here you seem so small and I so tall will you listen to me now? my head rises with hope and courage I hold the key to my cage. My resolution set me free.
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31/F/American
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC
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