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No need to tell me that I am free As still I sit here In these chains
“This Pain” It’s hard to bear. So sometimes I wish, Nobody would care.
Is this prison, or is this a cage? Is this anger, or is this rage?
A beauteous resilient butterfly Swims the vast boisterous sea Lonely but determined to acquire its destiny.
Every June you see the celebration The outfits and confetti A myriad of colors that fill every major city A coronation for all the kings, queens, and everyone in-between Who dared to walk their own path to freedom
