eyeortonobetter: writers or manic depressives?

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my freedom was taken for many years..my soul unable to grow, yes oh yes you've guessed my friend,i'm locked up ,does it show, four walls surround me day and night,i'm a con a prisoner do i have a right? i'm lonely here no as i try to please, but all i can hear is the jingling of keys, hey you, hey you, i often shout, but no their not ready to let me out, all i want is my freedom, my choices in the world.. still it's difficult to make my voice heard... some say i'm a superstar, an icon, a hero but if i count my blessings the number is zero freedom is goodness and a clean living life a job, a car, a house, a wife, 8 years my friend is a long time to wait but have a smile on your face coz i'm coming through that gate, Freedom now is soon to be mine, if i get the help then i'll be just fine, they tell me i'll need time to adjust lets hope my new life doesn't turn into dust..

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