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The voices keep shouting, shouting, shouting.

My head keeps pounding, pounding, pounding.



"You're ready, do it!"

"You freak, you've screwed it!"



"Shut up!" I say,

"I'm not ready today."



Raindrops, showers,

Seconds, and hours.



Someone up there is toying with my mind,

Time after time, after time.



Its not my fault.

I can't help I'm like a vault.



Freedom is what I need,

Freedom indeed.



Freedom from this everyday world.

Freedom from this cruel, mean world.



I promise soon,

We will shoot for the moon.