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How can something so small give me so much hope,
and yet,
be the same reason why I have none at all?
I want nothing more than to be free from the shackles that have binded me for so long,
but the small taste of freedom turned sour in my mouth too quickly.
And so the shackles remain,
the torture resumes,
and I endure alone…again.
To the stars above, I beg for release. Let me live a life worth living. Let me breathe the air that won’t suffocate me.
Most of all,
I beg you to let me be free.
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Angel Adagio
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