Shackles …
I shall be free of these shackles that bind me, the hazy smog that blinds me, the storm clouds that always seem to find me.
I shall be released from this desolate cell that cages me, the societal yardstick that gauges me, the hollow facade of the passing parade that enrages me.
I shall be free,
I shall be released,
free at last,
to witness the truths I have yet been unable to see.
(hope always) β
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