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what if my cage is out of sight; rather inside my mind? these shackles cling to my wrists can you see them? you envy my freedom-- one you perceive me possessing; one I never truly ever had.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
Freedom
what if my cage is out of sight; rather inside my mind? these shackles cling to my wrists can you see them? you envy my freedom-- one you perceive me possessing; one I never truly ever had.
ramisa-r
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
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