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just a wish

I wanna be free
And go on a spree
Of doing the random things i like
I wanna go on a hike
With no destination
And no tension.
 The shackles that’s on my feet,
The extreme heat
Created by my own mind,
I want to find
Somewhere to escape from them
But i know things won’t be the same
So i want to make peace my dame
And be glad that i have it
I believe that peace
Will free
Me from my shackles and handcuffs
I wanna smoke a few puffs
Of rezilla and be high
I wanna fly
To the sky everyday
Without any drug “what say???
Wanna loose yourself and be mine???
Wanna shine without any wine???”
I want to be able to say that
With a magical hat
To others but i need to be free
Myself and go on a winning spree
I wanna find the light
And be the reason someone else fights
For light, i wanna be a pinch of hope
For somebody else...
-yakaa: jujaan

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