Had this crutch since I was 13,
don’t think I could give it up now.
Born free, but I lost touch,
with the world.
Needed to keep myself down
somehow.
Crutch breaks,
but I don’t fall;
I rise up off the ground.
Connection severed
lines kept me down.
I remember now,
I was born
free.
HG – 1995-2000
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