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I’ve been stolen what I think
But I won’t give up what I write.
They can take away the paper and pen, but I’ll still hold it tight.
I don’t want to conform to this world but I might just be forced to live a life as if I’m frozen in a block of ice with almost no life.
And the life that I have will be decided by those who wrap their cords around the helpless who are trying to grasp what is right.
They’re bombarded every night with thoughts of fear and fright that if they don’t become like everyone else they’re gonna die.
The vipers have venomous bites that bruing out vices that attack us on every level and shed darkness on the brightness of life that we like.
And in spite of all these facts, people still relax.
I’m trapped.
My body’s going numb, my skin is blistered black.
I wanna run the race of life on a track that wasn’t set out by people or by me but by Another who made it so I can look back at my life in the future when I die and see that I’ve been set free.
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