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Existence is a Cage

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Mom and dad, locked up in a room. Staring at each other. Baby I love you, I want to say that too. Dad grabbed mom, A plant of kiss.

I was made secretly Locked by my dad, Mom kept me within. After nine months, my mind was to escape. Finally out, another cage I emerged.

Freedom is all I want, Caging from one cage to another. One freedom is, another cage. Freedom is another Escape to a cage.

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