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The shackles that hold you will one day fade

You will look up and run to the water

Freedom from what once was your life

And once you’ve started over

The memories will fade with time

And you’ll get to begin again


I’m terrified of what comes the day before next

Everyday seems to drain me more than the last

I’m drowning while still on land

Submerged in sand 

Gasping for air reaching for a hand


What happens when I’m free

Who will I be then? 

I’ve never been someone who hasn’t been

On the verge of something stupid or losing my mind

What will I find beyond the sea


The shackles that hold you will one day fade

You will look up and run to the water

Freedom from what once was your life

And once you’ve started over

The memories will fade with time

And you’ll get to begin again 


I’m terrified of what I’ve become

And the fact my friends all get to be someone

Born into a world full of catering hands

Anything they want it’s all in some plan

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