You've won them All and one by one,
It's how it has to be, for centuries it was so.
I hate whom created me so deeply attached to feelings.
How can I love god
If he created this monster shadow upon me
How funny,
I see murderers behind bars
And they are not less trapped as me.
They've hurt someone so deeply
So they must be punished with their freedom taken
But I now ask sincerely
when was I free.
I can't recall.
I'm a prisoner of my own thinking
still I want this pain.
I must to cause it feeds my veins.
I drink another beer and
Scratch my notebook with these words.
I'm now free to the paper.
And to the paper only.
I will writte you down a thousand times
until you come to life.
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