I feel the spirts all around me
Trying their best to set me free
Helping me find my way
To not go and forever stay.
The spirts are calling me
Trying their best to set me free
From this world full of hate
To the screams that keep me up late.
Author notes
i wrote this poem in my diary on 1-8-2008
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i really don't see the relevance this piece has to the topic of the contest dear? and even so, you didn't put your username in your authornotes as asked in the rules.

