I can’t take it anymore.
I want to run right out the door.
Every muscle is sore.
I thought my life would be more.
I long to be free.
There is nothing else you can take from me.
I need to see.
I need to face reality.
I have to break this hold you have on me.
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Published by Brenda Marie Fluharty
Brenda Marie Fluharty is a Spiritual Life Coach, dream interpreter, a past-life therapist, and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master and energy healer. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda loves to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences through her writing. She is the author of several dream journals and "Rise Above: a Seven Day Journey to Overcoming Self- Sabotage".
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