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Freedom?


Is there such a thing?

Now start from the begging

No one in this earth is free.

Political freedom to say,believe and act

Well, they are restricted.

If not politically then emotionally

We are imprisoned by our fear

Our faults 

Our decisions 

Our everything

So fly little bird 

Keep flying in that invisible

internal 

external 

cage 

of yours

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