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I think i'm locked up,
They don't wanna' let me out,
let me be the person I could be,
Because I think it would be better than them.
This place is rough,
You gotta' be stong,
But in the end everyone has strength,
Even i'm making it.
My visitation rights; gone,
Because you don't visit,
So much for friends,
I hate the distance.
Imagine oneday,
That cool breeze on my face,
My hair gently lifted by the wind,
I can stand there and taste freedom.
Safety, is like the little cottage in the woods,
Freedom the wind,
A hug heaven,
A key, my eternity.
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