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The need to be free

By Cassandra Fonseca

How I wish I could fly,

Maybe travel the world.

I feel stuck inside,

Barely afloat.

The words I wish to say,

Cannot be spoken.

I wish I were a bird,

With wings used to fly.

So I could go far,

Never stuck in one place.

Travel the world,

Maybe I will find my place.


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