

Sear me shut.Where I'd once sit, I can't stand up.Sear me shut.
Where I'd once walk, I can't move.
Where I'd once flee, I'm trapped.
I want to reach out to you, but my hands are tied.
I want to pray, but I'm bound.
I can't reach you from this place, where I'm entombed, it seems. I'm trapped and bound, caught and tied.
I cannot make flight, nor make fight.
The breaking sounds grow ever louder, must be a sign the vigil's broken.
I want to hope, but I've been denied.
If I could sleep it off,
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THE GYNER
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THE GYNER
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"Reality is a state of mind. Mine is different than yours. Get used to it."
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They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree... but what if the tree is on a hill?
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Member of *Apophysis
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Where there is despair, let there be hope.
SweetDreams
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