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NO WHERE TO GO
here I sit in this
house of shit
not wanting to just
stand here and yell
wanting so badly to be free
wishing I could just
get up and leave
but with nowhere to go
it's like a dead end road
keeping me trapped
like the frightened little
kid I used to be
right now I have this
urgent need to be free
thats stronger than
the wind can blow, or
fire could ever burn,
or the earth could crumble
I just want to get out and go
problem is where do I go?
here I sit in this
house of shit
not wanting to just
stand here and yell
wanting so badly to be free
wishing I could just
get up and leave
but with nowhere to go
it's like a dead end road
keeping me trapped
like the frightened little
kid I used to be
right now I have this
urgent need to be free
thats stronger than
the wind can blow, or
fire could ever burn,
or the earth could crumble
I just want to get out and go
problem is where do I go?
this poem is bout being at my dads house
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