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I could hate the faces around me
Same faces every single day
i could jump at the idea of going faraway
Away from those faces
First day I bless God for being far
Two days to the final day I weep!
Boredom has found its resting place with me
My hearts troubled
As same people I run from I wanna be with
I can only phanthom what it feels like being in a place u call your own
Surrounded by the people who mean the world to you
Distance stands no chance in love
Yes! With joy i stayed away bt now in pain, time keeps me from being with them
For i must wait for that last day!
My heart weeps for freedom!
Abit of fresh air, help clear my thoughts for now! That which truely troubles my heart I search for and yet cannot find.