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like a tree
I am me
I am in Authority
 
Bullet wound in my heart
In a dark room, looking out to the sunny world. What has become of me, my delightful world. I was a wind,  now, a mice in a cage.   What has become of me and my delightful world.
Life
It's yours not mine,
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