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she was looking straight into my eyes but it seemed like she was looking into my soul when she asked me why I wanted to leave ?
I said simply as she was supposed to know " freedom " .. freedom is what I'm looking for
moment of silence .. the repeated scene ..
she broke it when she stared into my soul and asked me again about the meaning of freedom to me .. what I'm trying so hard to achieve
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seeing myself from the outside inside my cage .. another repeated scene ..
trying so hard to imagine her eyes again looking into me while I was thinking about her question
while I was thinking about myself
deep inside I knew that I wanted to leave
escape from every knife and every sword that they deepen inside my body and soul and every wound and remain from there touches and words
I never had an option to stay ..
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freedom ?
everything has no color , no shape and nothing
just nothing when I start to sew my world
no god , no religion , no one have the strength to leave wounds into me
I have no body and no soul
and then I choose
choose colors and sounds
the joy and sadness , love and hate , thoughts and feelings
and everything inbetween .. wait ..
do they really not the same thing
do they really choose to be like this
and then .. after long long time
now I can open my eyes
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there's no freedom as well as no cage
it just happened that I'm that tiny poor human being who didn't choose their colors
and I'll never do ..
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