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by Lizaveta Sep 23, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Locked in a birdcell, Depressed by these walls Of a self-made jail, I can see the world. My wings aren't broken And I bet aren't weak. On the door of the cell I'm knoking But noone's there to free me. I know the key is there, Must be somewhere nearby. Solitude is hard to bear, And I want to fly.