((SPOKEN WORD TRACK))
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It began
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With a pen
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In my hand
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Stabbed
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In the center of chaos
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To write out the light
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That lives within me
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That sought to break
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The darkness
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Eating me alive...
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For hours I would sit
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Dreaming, drawing
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Writing, believing
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My arm in a sling
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One eye swollen shut...
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Whispering
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There would be a way out
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There must be
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A way out...
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Focused
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On the paper
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On the floor
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That held me
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Heavy as a stone
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In the corner
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Of that tiny room
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Floating on a river
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Of Imagination...
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Isolated
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On my knees
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Seeded in the soil
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With girls
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Younger than I
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Holding their backs
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Arching puffed bellies
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Stuffed full with their
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Infected children...
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Celestial incest...
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Terrestrial insects...
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We slept in boxes
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That doubled as coffins
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Because
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Some were smart enough
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To die...
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But not I
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Stubborn little cyclops...
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I
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Was destined
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To fight......
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Livestock
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| Otep |
