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Freedom, It is gone. I was once a free bird, but jailed in my home now. I can go out but I won't, Freedom has a big price tag.
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Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 7:33 AM UTC
House arrest
Freedom, It is gone. I was once a free bird, but jailed in my home now. I can go out but I won't, Freedom has a big price tag.
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Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 7:33 AM UTC
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