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Break Away


I jump at every single chance, 
To be one with alone, 
A tremble that comes into dance, 
In shallows that I own.... 
While grasping at each notion,
 That's appearing in the air, 
To rise in such slow motion, 
That it glide's on my despair...
 I become the very pieces, 
That are breaking in between,
 Which slowly start's releasing,
 Who I am within a stream... 
Lifting up the spirits, 
That had wanted me to try,
 Upon the broken pieces, 
That they never thought could fly...
 Then something starts decreasing, 
As the bonds of my dismay, 
Lighten all the pieces, 
Till they finally break away...


Dedicated to Whitney Houston

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