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Apr 2017
I wish I could sell my soul to freedom and not to the big machines
But if I want to get what I need,
I can't be allowed to be free.

I can dream but it'll all be a made-up scene
Nothing real can be what I want.
4/8/2017

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Cecelia
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Cecelia  USA
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