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My soul is filled with impossible dreams My destiny in life is not what it seems All purpose and goals attempted by me Will never begin to set my heart free I am lonely yet not alone My cries subdued to a quiet moan I speak yet don't feel I'm heard I want to be as free as a wandering bird I'm drowning, I'm choking, I can't feel anymore Suffocation drops me to the floor I tell myself to rise up like the Phoenix Out of the ashes and burning sticks.
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