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Bitter the chains,
Memories my bane,

Long do I wish to burn away with the flame,
Every single time I was ignored or defamed,

Literal words of great weight,
Crown of lead sitting brow of my head,

Time when sleep is my request,
Only time when mind gets sweet rest,

To long far gone memories beat at my breast,
Heartbeat fast in my chest,

Wishing all I could do was leave out,
Being tired of the all the world now,

Time to head off to my bed soft an warm,
While in my head waring thoughts storm.