Fragments of the past flash before my eyes Never ending streams of images colliding Silhouettes of memories slowly fading away Illusionary seductions haunts me in my dreams
Fighting for freedom But the chains I'm in won't break It will soon be too late
I am here, I am lost, I am weak, & bothered Is this it? Will I grow when my soul falters? I am here, I am lost, I am weak, & bothered Is this it?
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