Sun, 05/12/2013 - 22:14 -- daphny5


United States
42° 43' 39.4896" N, 71° 12' 15.3432" W

I hear the whispers in the wind. I hear the cries from a distance. I hear the shackles beneath my feet. Have been caged no longer free. Have been stripped from all identity, now I am withering away. Have been forced to live a life that I didn't ask for.


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