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A Lot More Free

I’m a little hurt


     But a lot more free 


I’m a little broken


      But a lot more free 


I’m a little lost 


     But now I can stay me


I’m a little miserable 


     But a lot more free to become anything


I’m a little wrecked


    But this way I can keep some self respect 


I’m a little dead inside


     But I'm sure some day 


        I’ll rise


I’m a little hurt 


     But a lot more free . . .


I may suffer from this for all of eternity


    But . . . at least . . . I get to be . . . me? . . .


Aw, hell, 


Who am I kidding??


    I want to lose myself in her forever. 


CH 12/18/25

 
 
 

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