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Aug 2015
I want to be free,
like a bird
I want to fly but
not be heard
I want to go places
without a degree,
but that's the rule
of society

We are all caged
like rats at a lab
scratching at the bars
trying to grab

What's the point?
Why cage us, why break us?
Why make us appoint?

I want to be free
not sit here, caged
thinking of treachery

Now I see
we live in a dollhouse
they are the puppeteers
and we are the dolls
we will never be free
we will always be behind walls
and them?
they get to walk
through the halls
Taya
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