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Saturday, August 13, 2005


   death
my poem


Break Free
escape and freadom
things thad dont ecsist
yet we try anyways
reading storys to try to get to the other worlds
using drugs or drinking beer
we forget but dont leave
some just run
what good does it do
death is escape?
what hapens if we just
come back
living in this world hurts
ther is a train
of escape
of freadom
fear,fear,fear
escape,escape,escape
tha chant it
we falow...

break free

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