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Caged Up

My past is finished It's all filled with pain. My past is killing me 'Cause I'm trapped in this lane. My mind is at war with me. I can't control the thoughts deep inside of me. I'm bent out of shape with all this pain. I think it's time I played life's game. Before it's time I ask myself, 'Is it right if I took my life tonight?' Almost turning away, I turn right back. I decide there is nothing more for me, Only the end can set me...free.

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Date: 6/12/2016 11:13:00 PM
good write, Shadow C. linda
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