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Imprisoned


Where do we begin? Where do we end up?
Life moves on and so do we,
We love...We hate...
Sometimes high on passion,
Sometimes drunk and drown...
Sometimes knotted to the deck,
Sometimes free on sail...
But afraid all the way long,
Either to understand or to be understood
Either to fight or to be fought for
Either to ignore or to be ignored off
Life moves on and so do we,
But afraid all the way long...
We begin fresh and agile,
But end up frozen and dead,
As we are afraid all the way long...




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