The rebel fights to be set free
To pillage and trash and burn
Destroying the life with simplicity
Disregarding the good we learn
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If given the chance he will prevail
Leaving a trail of tears
Bottled up inside
How long can we hide
From the rebel who feeds in our fears
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you so much!
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I have always considered myself something of a rebel. Hopefully, not the kind you refer to here!
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I seriously doubt your rebel is like this knucklehead… Ha
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I hope you’re right!
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This is something different but I love it!
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Thanks, Winnie!
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You’re welcome, Kevin!
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