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Sep 2018
Everyone ponders what it means to be free
Or even what it means to just be
But really the way that I see
We are all our own key
But we keep ourselves locked
And our tails we keep docked
So our innermost thoughts are all blocked
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Cindaera Scriptor
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Cindaera Scriptor  14/F/A Creation of the Mind
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