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6feet under
At last I am home now, back into the wadi of absolute solitude now, a relic in the present I was for the world, glad I am back into my home now,
crowd of dogs was too much for me to fight, an angry crowd that tore my identity tore my faith from me, left me in a desert to be hunted by the anguish of past guilts, yet i draged my bones it to my home , home of silence home of utter darkness,
I am here ,here in my freedom , no more fighting for survival here no more crying for attention here, 6 feet under the soil, under a stone marker bearing my last name, born alone walk alone die alone is my game, I will wait here
crowd of dogs was too much for me to fight, an angry crowd that tore my identity tore my faith from me, left me in a desert to be hunted by the anguish of past guilts, yet i draged my bones it to my home , home of silence home of utter darkness,
I am here ,here in my freedom , no more fighting for survival here no more crying for attention here, 6 feet under the soil, under a stone marker bearing my last name, born alone walk alone die alone is my game, I will wait here
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