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She opened her eyes Staring in the ceilling of solitude No jobs, No bills Waiting for the time to come But will it ever? She does her bath And attended her gyms Eats in the cafeteria Of the misdemeanors She has the hand of Hermes Good for pickpocketing and handicrafts In her other time she has A shadow she becomes doing tricks and trades Pro you can say in cards, she had a lot of time to practice Just like that her youth wasted An act of atrocity Leading to an ended road She sure has a lot of time But yet running out of Only what she can do now is remorse She has freedom But yet leashed Only what she can do now is behave Sometimes A freedom inside is not a freedom outside Only then you realize what value freedom has When you dont possess it
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May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC
FREEDOM?
She opened her eyes Staring in the ceilling of solitude No jobs, No bills Waiting for the time to come But will it ever? She does her bath And attended her gyms Eats in the cafeteria Of the misdemeanors She has the hand of Hermes Good for pickpocketing and handicrafts In her other time she has A shadow she becomes doing tricks and trades Pro you can say in cards, she had a lot of time to practice Just like that her youth wasted An act of atrocity Leading to an ended road She sure has a lot of time But yet running out of Only what she can do now is remorse She has freedom But yet leashed Only what she can do now is behave Sometimes A freedom inside is not a freedom outside Only then you realize what value freedom has When you dont possess it
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May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC
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