The Thought
The thought of things,These bars have stole,
Break my heart,
And taint my soul,
The thought of cuffs,
Around my wrists,
Hurt me deep,
But lifes a bitch,
The thought of chains,
Placed on my legs,
Hold me down,
Until I beg,
The thought of them,
Out there in pain,
Wrecks my mind,
Now I'm insane,
But all these thoughts,
They helped me see,
Lifes to short,
To not be free.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2009-05-15 at 17:27
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