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Some are like caged hens banging there heads on the         metal metaphors of desperations. Non confirmative to the needs of seclusion, as they were once free range.            The eggs of doubt and walking in secluded circles,                  can drive one to desperation! or even to the moment of silence. We all are meant to be free range,              and now were battery hens, running out of charge..
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
Battery Hens Running Out Of Charge.
Some are like caged hens banging there heads on the         metal metaphors of desperations. Non confirmative to the needs of seclusion, as they were once free range.            The eggs of doubt and walking in secluded circles,                  can drive one to desperation! or even to the moment of silence. We all are meant to be free range,              and now were battery hens, running out of charge..
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Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
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