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Fresh, crisp air
Can be heard rasping at my
Window. Longing to be inside
Embracing me.
Here I am with windows bolted
And doors fortified.
The gray, concrete walls
Surrounding me
Wanting to slowly devour me.
Freedom is impossible
For they are watching
Me, waiting for me to slip.
I want to let my voice be heard.
To break free from the road blocks
Again and again.
What must I do to gain the ability
To Dream again?

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