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Still as the un-awakened beat,
Until the soft stirring of the symphony takes hold,
A soul no longer held captive,
But is free.
Trying to hold back the memories,
But is letting the hidden emotion flow,
September 3rd
Maybe I'd always been broken inside.
Perhaps the image I projected of myself was nothing but a wisp in the wind
An outspoken thought driven by false assumptions of myself.
