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Sep 2018
Sometimes,
the wind gets too much,
so we lock our freedom in a bottle,
hoping one day it will grow and break free,
hoping we'll be ready for it.

Sometimes,
freedom binds us,..
chained to the need of maintaining it ..,
we clip our own wings.
Mary-claire
Written by
Mary-claire  19/F/neverland.
(19/F/neverland.)   
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