Haunted Slave
How can it be
Someone like me
So happy and free
But don’t leave me be
Alone at last
Here comes the past
All that’s suppressed
Makes me depressed
Comes up in dreams
Then never leaves
Even the breeze
Gives me the chills
Don’t leave me be
I need to live free
Can’t feel this pain
All hurt no gain
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