I used to be a horse on a carousel, bound to the place I was in.
Somehow I fixed myself to run and now my life shall begin.
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The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
Begining
I used to be a horse on a carousel, bound to the place I was in.
Somehow I fixed myself to run and now my life shall begin.
