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I wish to be gone from this barren place

The feeling of fear, the touch of my face.

I want to love without regret,

I long to know the words, to not regret.

Grow me some wings, I need to fly,

care for the tears my eyes will cry.

As the days go by, I wish to feel real.

I know all the reasons for the way I feel.

I cry to the night and lie to the day.

Please tell me the meaning of the words I say.

Perish the spot where my feet do stand.

Control the hole I dig, in the deepness of sand.