I can taste the sweet freedom
Its way to close
Yet out of reach
Its a strange sort of torture...
I loath it
As I stare at the window
Out side sun shut out by the cold
Bland
Blinds
I wish to see it...
Let it touch me
This class begins
A sigh wipes over the class room
So close
To close
Freedom
OMG I was thinking the same exact thing. Funny how we are both on the computer in the same period right now...
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