just when it felt like these walls weren`t so close, and the grip of what held me
tight was close enough for my escape... i fell again, and where were you my
cruch my need my everything there`s a question of sinserty, but a question
of what used to be... and for right now, i`m moving in the only way i know how.
and that`s what i have to do. an escape may never be but i must try ...to be seen ...
once more i`m sorry for all that`s been lost- promises broken ... i`m slipping
away.
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