Fri, 01/08/2016 - 14:01 -- Nunez13

Do I really want to leave?

My four year sentence is coming to an end

Im finally being released


But will I live in the past remember this and that

Missing what I longed to get

what I will then reminisce


Or am I just moving up in ranks

Now the warden of my own prison

Forced to make decisions


Releasing the butterflies of my own dreams

And catching the ones that I see the true beauty in


But I’ve learned that

Sometimes you have to leave the room to own the house.

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