Ran away
My limits
Of tolerance
Still inside
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Sitting on the bench
Where to go
What to do
Split thoughts
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I am a slave
Inside my cave
I am the master
Inside my soul
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It’s simply called
When the outcome bursts
Reason changes
Under the grave of
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To be stoned to death by Barbarism
To have a life for others
With which the poverty curses
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A crouching sleep in cold under a blanket
Shortens the night in an unseen dream
A longing hope in solitary fight
Suffers from that never come to calm
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I don’t believe
That I believed it before
I am insisted not to trust it
That I was believed
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