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In life its self

I am everywhere ,but going nowhere . Summer days ,in winter it rains . Trying to hurt me is meaningless, I am no stranger to pain . I'm done with the games , Walls of stain , the dead reign , living with regret but die with no shame , my stopping point is freedom lane. But I'm a slave to the pain ,am I insane or sane as I ever been ? I am bound to be free .
©johncal