Freedom (Seeking Cyrus: The Final Chapter)
No longer will you see him
Hiding in the shadows
Lying in the back of the classroom
Nor living in my shoes
No longer will you see him
Running through my pages
Zooming around my pencil
Nor living inside of me
No longer will you see him
Climbing to the surface
Eating other victims
Launched into a depression
In fact you won't see him
Because he's flying away
Taking an old path
As fallen angels before him have
He's no longer here
I said goodbye
Took him off my back
Released him to the sky
My body still intact
Now its only me
How wonderul it is
To be free, free, free
This poem is about:
Me
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