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Sep 2018
Never breaking cages in protest or uttering defiant words. And the ones that can fly we call liars and blurred. We flock to given food, independence is a word we've never heard. This cage has me freedom purified, stripped of seeing the sky, hidden from the rest and left. Like I will die. But I will fly. I’ll raze this cage and ascend beyond the islands that trapped us.
Folie
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