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You Decide
Contributed by
SedativeHappy
on
Monday, 19th March 2007 @ 06:00:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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This, a place for a mind to set free, Strict censorship and blockings, Yeah I know why the caged bird sings.
A place for writing and to tempt the mind, But oops cant say what you really think, Gotta be careful not to ponder to a cursing brink, Surface slightly at those bundled emotions no true devotion.
I who have nothing, cant say something, That truly says - what is.
Fine and artificial, Strangle my head to a point of holding against it a pistol. Tell me the point of trying if there's no lust, again this disability to not cuss.
Might aswell smack my face, and stop all that is my demented mental pace.
Censorship, Editing, Erasing, Surely you wouldn't take what's left of me?
Copyright ©
SedativeHappy
... [
2007-03-19 18:00:57] (Date/Time posted on
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