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Mar 27
I feel trapped in this cage,
bound, hands and feet.

I want to send you a message,
but I must respect your space,
as I respect my own.

The minutes stretch long,
too long,
yet they teach me
to love with patience.

Love is freedom,
and time, just an illusion.

I can’t control your choice,
but love must flow.

I don’t write to you,
but my love keeps shining.
Mystery of an authentic soul
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Mystery of an authentic soul  Other/Submerged in the System
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