When you are accustomed to following the rules
And you are told to be something you are not
When you are pushed into the box
And you try to get out
You feel yourself escaping
But you are afraid of what is happening
When you feel yourself breaking out
But you pull yourself back together
Afraid of what might happen
If you let yourself truly go
You can feel it so close
And it would be so easy to let go
But you grip even tighter
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Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...
