I am trapped in side my own impression, forced to use my own actions, my tears overcome my emotions, the brightness of my visions so clear that my fear has affected my decisions.
I go on in my imperfect intentions, free from all possible captions, mind bleed thought for these nations, fear crawls to i in massive segmentations, this again stops me from achieving all my intentions
I was lost yet i was told directions, my heart is filled with revolution, the human race awaits my resolution, i am caged without no solution, it's just not fair for i to sit in the chair of execution.
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