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break out
Torturous pain,
keeping me locked up inside.
Who said I have to be here
where devils dance demons rule?
Where is I?
Is it in the eyes of demons
or the flares of hell torch.
Where is truth?
Is it worth dying for
or has it already died?
Insatiable craving my body desires
my soul wants it not
My mind is splitting into
two warriors
pain
and constant fighting
No chains on my ankles
yet a thousand chains tying me up all around
I'll not be denied
fear is no longer!
break out!
To thyself be true.
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This poem was published on
ShowEMall!SM Writers' Block
Electric cafe
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Copyright � 1997 by Harry Wang, All rights reserved
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