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headache

theres a fault in the anvil of my mind
  and it is struck each minute
splintering its stone

hammer falls
the repetition is blind
unthinking

and i just

i only

i want to go home
    i want to be free

theres a steel cage round my heart
    its bars are battered and bent out of shape

im a slave to my misery, so long
i recoil at opportunity

i want i only want a home
anna_grin
Written by anna_grin (grin)
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