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Apr 2019
these bones trap my soul, like
a bird in a cage it longs to be set free, from
all of the pain and the misery, it
longs to soar into the sky and into the sun, to
kiss the clouds and feel the light, but yet
flesh and bone reject its request for freedom, I wonder
if it will ever escape this labyrinth of suffering.
Elizabeth Oyibo
Written by
Elizabeth Oyibo  18/F/Iowa
(18/F/Iowa)   
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   Skaidrum and Sharon Flynn
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