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Sick, i was and am at heart
Life is like a broken cart
Breaths caught in my throat
How to breathe , as I forgot
Above the horizon, I saw an angel
Wanna run to him like a  rebel
How long will this stucked feeling last
For how long we'll live in the past
My questions aren't just mine alone
Are too in your hearts broken and minds blown
The shining light of our chilhood
Are lost somewhere in wild woods
And strangle us to oblivion
They aren't few ,Are a million
Seem to be not caring about
The screams inside us,will be coming out
If one day the ropes get loose
Isn't death what you should choose!
You'll find the very! bright path away
Whome I'm looking for ,from the first day

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