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One of these days...
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If I could hide the face,
and all the rest,
behind a wall, a solid wall
it would still not be silenced.
The pain is like a chain around my neck,
it trips me over my steps,
it's rust stains my flesh,
the chain around my neck.
The steps I leave behind,
will always be followed with a line,
no matter how I try,
I can not change my mind.
Untitled
If I could hide the face,
and all the rest,
behind a wall, a solid wall
it would still not be silenced.
The pain is like a chain around my neck,
it trips me over my steps,
it's rust stains my flesh,
the chain around my neck.
The steps I leave behind,
will always be followed with a line,
no matter how I try,
I can not change my mind.