I can't take it anymore
I need to set a plane
I need to get out of this place
run far away
I need to leave
Im crushed when im here
I need to runaway
far away
where no-one can find me
Ill set up a plane
make arangements for another place
freedom
pure freedom
Im comming soon, Im comming soon
Freedom here I come
I can't stand this place anylonger
Im always the bitch, I always screw up
They think im perfect, im not
Im not happy
I still cut
I need to get away...
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Written May 24th, 2004
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nhey this is good i would say more but i am bout speechles well i ahve to go ttyl bye ybe
tori -
Thank you
~Sandra
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well this is a great poem, but i do notice a lot of grammatical errors, if you run the spell check it should catch them...great job and thanks for sharing
take care
-Stac-
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