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escaping
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Poorly.... T'was anger rage influxed
Hurt and victim fixed
my little ears covered tight
body and mind took flight
Before they can cause more
I will replace this old show.
Begon child of man of woe
from this place that you know
home indeed, you reckoned
became hell in a second
Pack your stuff and leave without
passing quietly into the night
What goes on behind doors
makes panic grow to soars
the playing of games necessary
Chaotic mental makes sorry
passing out of their influence
can only bring my lonnliness
