A flutter of wings

Blank CreationI see the chasm widening in front of me. I can't back away. It calls in a logning voice; a long lost friend. I try to push on, I try to pull back. For all my efforts the ground continues to crack. Piece by piece my life is sucked away. A bare shell remains. Mold of me what you will. Turn me into your perfection.Blank Creation
Pressures
Last Ride

Break The ChainsFilled with trepidation Surrounded but alone Recipient of icy stares that chill you to the bone Trapped within the comfortBreak The Chains
of your manufactured needs You've learned to live within the pain and ignore the wound that bleeds Take a tearful glance into the window of your soul A brand new world awaits you for you to take control Leap out of the window Take a chance and spread your wings BReak the chains that bind you and cast off those golden rings Defy the one that holds you He would have your passion die as a payment for your comfort &nbs
Devious Comments
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Peter Griffin: A DESK of cheesits? Where are you getting these units of measurement?
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*Dark-Arts-Asylum Resident, Room 223
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