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Dec 2014
When one looks out a window
What do they see?
Birds,
The Sun,
clouds,
trees?

Well, when I look out the window,
I see
Freedom.
Everything is outside,
unrestricted,
open to
hurt,
love,
despair,
and hope.
SO SORRY I GOT BORED XD
Syzygy
Written by
Syzygy  New York, USA
(New York, USA)   
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