8.05.2004

Laughing, Crying.
Breathing, Dying.
Loving, Living.

Once inside, we can't escape.
Once free, we can't return.
Every thing we do is permanent.

Loss of love, and loss of Life.
Loss of limb, and loss of heart.
Living in an endless strife.

Freedoms stolen, not returned,
by those whom we hold dear.

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