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| Bound By L.L.N. Dickey It was a dream Fantasy world in which I lived All is right There are no problems Raised in silence Pain is never told It�s something that you alone hold The destruction of you inner self Headaches come and go Memories I want to tell My mind holds in an iron jail Prisoner in a world not my own Chained by things done against me My soul it fights many wars All that rage inside me And I fight against my doubts And fears that are my bindings Locked in a room I blinded by a light A light I can�t reach As I hang in my cold ceil And there I find myself And my inner peace |
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