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Chills-chills-so many chills
Prickling at my skin
Why must I feel such chills
When I am not so cold?
Could it be that I feel you close?
As if you're peering into my mind
Picking at all my thoughts
and playing with fears
Presence like a blackened tar
I know now why the caged bird sings
It calls for help and calls for freedom
Oh chills-chills-so many chills
Won't you set me free
For you would be nothing without me.
Prickling at my skin
Why must I feel such chills
When I am not so cold?
Could it be that I feel you close?
As if you're peering into my mind
Picking at all my thoughts
and playing with fears
Presence like a blackened tar
I know now why the caged bird sings
It calls for help and calls for freedom
Oh chills-chills-so many chills
Won't you set me free
For you would be nothing without me.
A piece of writing that I wrote in class after taking a test.
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