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Thursday, 21 November 2013

MY GILDED CAGE.

Days pass on, darkness descends,
Each day goes by, like a ticking bomb, inside my head,
My thoughts go on and on, infinite,
Trying to shut out my inner voice, I try to blank out,
Just to be free, free to be me,
To live totally, without judgement, without vice,
To be accepted as a human being,
I am like a bird in a gilded cage,
Flapping her wings, trying to fly.

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