The chrysalis is closing tight,
its getting harder and harder to breathe, wrapped up where I'm sheltered from the wrath of my own disease.
Conforming to the space, molded to what's expected to be, twisting in a living crypt begging to break free.
Shatter the holds that bind me, Tear away the cloth that blinds me, Breathe life into this soul of mine that is lost unto the day, Set me free, let me go and watch me fly away..
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Saturday, July 27, 2013
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