193 words (1-1.5 minutes)I have spent all my time waiting for one more chance to make everything right. There is always something that seems to happen so I remain my own worst enemy, and it makes me feel desperate. I long for away to make it all disappear, though in my blood the memories keep reappearing. I beg to be free everywhere I am. I need to feel free from my pain. I lay in the arms of venomed filled love, I pray that I can finally exhale. I am so sick of feeling trapped, everywhere I turn I'm faced with pain. It just doesn't stop.