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...................Wake up. I've finally woken up to a reality that makes me believe, that I am a slave .A slave to the mental chains of love and persecution. A slave to your voice .A slave to the words that flow seductively from your kiss .I am trapped in a whirlwind of emotions and doubt.The sounds of booming similes and metaphors embraced in what was once .I am a slave to music.To the drum beats and guitar solos.To the rhyme and rhythm of hip hop. I am a slave; to the old and young.To the illusions of a better life .I am a slave.To the respect I give and the hate I reciev.eI am a slave.To the wars fought for our Tyrant W. Bush .I am a slave. To the hurricane that bursts from my mouth carrying out screams and torment of lost love and heartache. I once thought that life would change.To mold itself into the utopia thought of for ages. I am a slave because I have forgotten what it is like to be me. I am a slave because I've thought too much of what others thought of me. I am a slave to no one and everybody. Let me go back to sleep, maybe it will all fade away like footsteps upon the sand. I am a slave no more.