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Trapped
Chris
I sit here and I start to cry. It all comes back now The good and the bad Do I miss you? Do I want you? Confusion envelopes my mind No moving forward No turning back Trapped in an earthly purgatory You tattooed on my heart I canít get out I canít get away I only long for the day when I am set free Free from the pain you so simply bestowed I await the day But I fear it may never come

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