Accepting the oppression that my world hold within. Denied of my right to express the pain.
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| Written by Michael Van Meter | ||||||||
| Breaking through the empty shell, I stretch to spread my wings. Accepting the oppression that my world hold within. Denied of my right to express the pain. |
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