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Inlaced


Caged inside my heart unwilling to believe
I smile at the pain that you placed inside of me
Unknowingly I fell under your control
Waiting for my orders I torture my soul
I feel the emptiness of abandonment
But cast no blame for your judgment
For time it fades into a different day
But it can never take true love away
It keeps it a prisoner in a very safe place
Where it can never be destroyed or erased
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Submitted on September 02, 2012

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I'm a working class skin, who has no faith in the future of the world. It's only downhill from here. I pray every night for the end and wake up every morning happier than the day before. In the chaos of my life I have found peace in my own sadness. All I have are the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet and I love it that way... I'm not a rich man and never will be not because it's out of reach but because I hate money and greedy people... Everything I have ever have or will have I will end up giving away. "And call a man a fool, If for wealth he doesn't strive? Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I," more…

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