8 Years
the last 8 years i lie
just now i pull the knife from my heart
the last 8 years slowly i die
now my healing can start
tomorrow shall my scars
choose to form
atleast in my cage,my bars
i no longer dorm
to let go my words
it left me scared
without fear of echoing "birds"
my world past if it had blared
it took me 8 years
to give my words to your ears
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