free

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The mind trapped in the forever dark abyss

its stuck, and no one can fix it

of course the hand holds onto it

as it fits almost perfectly

yet its almost gone

earning to be free

as it longs and wishes

its drowning near the fishes

stuck in the hole

the rut and the whole lot

so what if its stuck

it needs a whole lot of saving

but once its helped

it will be happy again



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