a few fleeting moments caught within empty smoke.moments to prove a point.To a save a dying soul or two.to show defiance,moments in the hiding.and we're free.
a day spent behind four broken walls...a spur of youth,or that's what they'll say.every second spent is away from their eyes.
A tiresome walk,to places forgotten.there's fear,there's change.a status awakening.pointed fingers, so many that you can't count.then last triumphant leap.All is done.with the help of a few harmful fillers and a couple of inmates.
Too tough to find out whether it was worth it.but the mood is sort of light and helps me walk faster.
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