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who holds the key,
to unlock the lock,
and release us from the chains.
bound by life,
the good..the bad,
forged not of steel,
but of deeds,
choices we have made.
must the past,
be always dredged up...
and dragged into today.
we are the key,
there is no other,
only we can free ourselves,
to change our course,
to let them fall,
to then just walk away.
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a prisoner of ones self
a prisoner of ones self
