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Aug 2016
Looking though the bars,
Sometimes it’s hard to tell,
Am I the one that’s trapped?
Or are they all trapped as well?

The grass is always greener
Or at least that’s what they say.
But I would give my whole wide world
To be them for a day.
Withoutwords
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Withoutwords  Leeds
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