Freedom do any of us have it
Or are we all locked in a box made just for us
Our personal hell
We want escape but we don't have the right key
so were stuck in this Hellscape called life
Always trying to break out
always trying to fly .... but the box is too small and your wings are broken ...
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Author:
NicoleRose7752 (
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