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Swinging is the closest I've felt to flying. Closest to freedom. And how can freedom be safe? I can not fly safely. I can not live safely. No matter how beautifully it's built, Even with the smoothest marble, Or the shiniest metal, Or the prettiest chains, Your armor is still a cage.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Your Armor Is Also Your Cage
Swinging is the closest I've felt to flying. Closest to freedom. And how can freedom be safe? I can not fly safely. I can not live safely. No matter how beautifully it's built, Even with the smoothest marble, Or the shiniest metal, Or the prettiest chains, Your armor is still a cage.
juhi-chavda
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
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