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FreeI wish I could be free, free from this house, free from this country.
Many times I look out of my window and I see birds flying together, and then I remind that they can go to where they want, going to the places of their dreams.
Then I wanna jump out my window and fly away, run away, swim away.
Far, far away from here, searching the paradise, searching for you.
Many times I'm crying, looking trough my window, and knowing that the paradise and you are far away from me.
On one day I'm free, free to fly away and find the paradise where you are, and find my inspiration back, my life, my soul, my heart and my feelings.
Till then, I will be empty inside, without a heart, without feelings, without a soul.
The LightWalking trough the cold breeze of the wind.
Blood is dropping down out of my wounds.
Leaving bloodstains everywhere.
It's hurting more and more with every step.
A sea of teardrops is rolling down trough my cheeks.
The wind is getting colder, I'm freezing.
I keep walking till everyting becomes misty for my eyes.
Then I felt down into the beauty of the forest.
I felt no pain, no sorrow anymore.
I heard only birds singing a peacefull song.
One of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard.
My eyes closed, I saw a bright light.
Then I was flying away, I got finally my wings.
My eyes never opened again.
I would never wake up again,
I was away from here.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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