It Seems to Me That I'm a prisoner ... I am! My Hands Are bound and I'm looking up in the sky, seeing a piece of it, I am Desperately longing to break free!
I am a bird in cage, an adorable little bird. People look at me, wondering "Why Are not you happy, sweetheart? Have Everything You and your life is beautiful "and I look back at Them, speechless. Happy, like this?
The Thing Is That I'm not sure I'll be Able to use my freedom.
"Never Had It That Occurred to him after twenty-five years of complete happiness, in this quiet backwater, with nothing in the world to disturb historical serenity, historical character STI Would Gradually lose strength. The Obstacles to Exercise Needs will power STIs; When It is never thwarted, When no effort "is one's Needed to Achievem of happy family dies. When you lose your job, your dream about Successful career dies. So on ... But my Dream is alive! I'll tell you one day That I am happy! I'll do my best to Reach That and to keep with me in my life;)
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