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Jan 2019
My feet are what hold me down,
frozen and broken.

My fear is what keeps me to the ground,
lifeless and hurting.

and I long for you

I cry out for you,
And I wait for you.

I keep my hands open
Until the day were freedom will hold me, again.
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Nadai  122/F
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