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Aug 2018
A
Tear,
Down my
Cheek, A tear
Full of pain, a tear
With extreme emotions, A
Tear for my young worthless
Life, A tear for the life with no
Freedom, A tear, a tear and another,
For my life in the dark room, with a halo
Of regrets, but one day, yes, one day, I hope
I will swim in the ocean of freedom, fly in
The rays of the moon. Freedom!
It comes last you know


August 29, 2015
artsyats
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