I walk into my house and no that somethings wrong
I hear the cryingand begin to turn around
To late theve heard me enter the house
I run to my room not making a sound
The crying never stops
Its always down the hall
youve made me weak
my family will make me fall
fall before any thought of emotion
fall before anyone can get close to me
when shall i be free?
free of your grip on me
thats it though i shall never be free
never be let alone to live my life in peace
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