I feel pressed down,
Down into the ground.
Whenever your around.
My movements are opressed,
By the dominance, you rest,
So eagerly, upon my chest.
My steps are hindered,
By the stress.
But I know that I am blessed,
By the worlds tenderness.
I will break free,
Of your subtle tyranny.
My spirit will walk free,
As I turn the key.
I'll listen to the, symphony.
Of my wildest...
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