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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