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How am I supposed to celebrate Americas freedom While I'm not free myself? My mind strangled by metaphors And thoughts of him The fireworks making the sky Shine and glow As he used to do By placing a smile upon my face... The oohs and ahhs of excitement; Barely equivalent to the burst and sizzle Of each shared kiss... Happy people in love Suffocating me, His scent is pushed past me, Carried by the wind. My heart sinks a little more With each vibrant spiral in the air. Fire is raining in the sky As I'm slowly sinking through the ground And into the fire below.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
The fourth of the seventh
How am I supposed to celebrate Americas freedom While I'm not free myself? My mind strangled by metaphors And thoughts of him The fireworks making the sky Shine and glow As he used to do By placing a smile upon my face... The oohs and ahhs of excitement; Barely equivalent to the burst and sizzle Of each shared kiss... Happy people in love Suffocating me, His scent is pushed past me, Carried by the wind. My heart sinks a little more With each vibrant spiral in the air. Fire is raining in the sky As I'm slowly sinking through the ground And into the fire below.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
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