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Jan 2016
Some times,
in this cage i called my mind,
i found my self staring at the horizon, reminiscing memories.

Some times,
i found my self wondering about what if's
and that just made the ache in my heart stronger, made the cage seem much closer.

Missing something that could be, like a phantom limb.

Maybe we're all happy in another universe.

And maybe,
Just maybe we're all free to be true to ourselves.
Old piece.
Nabs
Written by
Nabs  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
590
   Serafeim Blazej
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