if you free me, i'll free you, so help me...

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losing track of how the words ought to go

i'm never sure it is still according to the

unplanned. i may lose sight of the freedom here

and write myself all the way behind my bars;

my unknown is your prosperity

my non fiction seems to be someone else's random.

that is painful.

this is painful.

help me here... so help me.

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