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THIS USED TO BE MY PLAYGROUND
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UNABLE TO CLASSIFY This used to be my playground...
This used to be my childhood dream....
This used to be the place I ran to...
Whenever I was in need...
Of a friend....
I 'll keep my head held high,
Know that I'm alive,
With fire inside,
This is my great escape,
To this secret place...
No one can dare destroy...
The world of my voice...
The stroke of my pen...
Will take you back again...
To give you another read,
Supply all you need,
And bring you full circle again,
To this journey that never...ends...
