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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

I often think about breaking free
from all that haunts my mind…
always stuck in the days of old
where every thought rewinds.
Going around in circles
repeating every fatal flaw
round and round and round it goes
till my mind can take no more.
There is no one I can turn too
the good friends I knew are now gone
broken free to soar up high
where the sun has always shone.
No more thoughts to haunt them
no more cries of pain
any tears that they may weep
will only sprinkle down as rain.
There are always feelings of conflict
The internal battle rages on
How on earth did life become so tainted?
Never knowing where to belong.
So breaking free would be for me…
A peace I’ve never found
To be set free from being me…
As I am laid beneath Gods ground.

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