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Feb 2016
I live in a city
But it feels like a desert
Sometimes it's so cold I yearn for warmth
And sometimes it's so hot the mere touch of another human leaves a burning mark
I used to live in a city
But it felt like a cage
Thinking the desert was better
So I thought
But an open field is not freedom
An open field that you can't explore is an invisible cage that you can not escape
Written by
Bella Swan
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