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I am free like the wind, yet imprisoned like a dog
I can love with my heart, and hate with my passion.
I feel the heat of blood, running down my wrist
My needs are filled, yet I know not satisfaction.

I am empty with no knowlegde, wisdom shines in my eyes
I am like the blade that I hold in my hand
Cold to the touch, sharp against skin
In the end my body will obey my command.

Red, drying red... that blur enters my senses
Everyone will be green with envy of me
Purple gowns and golden crowns are awaiting
in a world where no sadness will be...

-Olsen Potter-