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Feb 2019
you can feel it right the wind
the breeze that blows
the breeze that give flight
this breeze of freedom
it gives my spirit freedom and hope  
but I’m stuck I can’t fly
I’m grounded clipped at the wings
I just wish to fly but these shackles that keep my spirit bound here
But for now, I will just wait here and believe that one day
I will find the key
And take flight and be that spirit I see o so free
I've been weighted down by my thoughts lately so i decided to give myself the freedom to just let it out
jacob lebsanft
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jacob lebsanft  16/M/Australia
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