They're just screaming it out
Can't they just stop?
Mad, that's how I feel
Sad, trying not to be me
I hate the pain
Following me all around
Wherever i go
Whenever i cried
I hate my past
Because it's filled with broken memories
I simply can't look outside my world
When you're trapped in those memories
I was stuck
I am now free
Free to fly and cry
Free just to be me
~ this is a long lost poem from my old blog. made in 2006.
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