Prologue

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I pray this isn't another dream my caged mind weave.

Hoping I won’t remain a bird with her wings clipped,

Once awake.

May this freedom not be yet another illusion.

As days pass the line between illusion and my reality becomes a thin line.

Waiting for the day when it blurs and finally vanishes. 

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