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Set Me Free
The pain feels okay.
It releases me in every way.
Some say to just let you hair down and you will be free,
But if only you could see,
That I am not in fact free.
Their words and their hate,
Make me debate.
They are late.
For I already know their hate.
It greets me with a pain,
Like a punch from a cane.
It lets my blood flow.
And finally,
It sets me free.
