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A Dirty Sock

Spending its life on the dirty floor thrown outside behind the balcony's door smelling bad in the dark shoe trying to get out, trying to make its dreams come true getting washed everyday sick of living in the same way trying to speak but no one could hear no one could hear the screams of fear wanting to live really free wanting to feel a little mercy Light, that's the only thing it wants to see that's a story of a sock that feels just like me...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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