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- Caged -
I need to be free.
To feel the breeze hit my face,
To feel the ocean brush my feet,
To feel the sun on my skin.
I need that freedom.
But I am trapped in a cage.
A cage she had locked throughout the years,
with her words as the key.
I am trapped inside this cage,
and I need to be free.
Someone come for me.
Tell her to set me free.
Convince her. Beg for my freedom.
Somebody.
My soul is slowly rotting,
and my body is itching to feel life.
I am suffocating,
for freedom is my oxygen.
Somebody, set me free.
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