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Freedom


We met on the grass behind the trees

people were not supose to know just her, I and him

and so the battle began equally scaring eachothers face as we connect to the flesh and bleeding out Bones

i canfeel myself letting go i have already lost for three years whats a few seconds more

i lost the fight but i won the war i finaly got away

 

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