Freedom.

Freedom- Liberated from all the shackles and ropes that once bounded my feet and held me down to the ground. Freedom had seemed such a distant feeling, something that was almost unreachable for me. Have you met freedom? I'm still looking for her. She seems to visit those around me, but skips my house in turn. Have you met freedom? Can you tell her I'd like her company. Can you tell her to please untie these ropes that hold me captive in this desolated dark atmosphere i call my room? Have you seen her? Do you hear her? Tell her I said hello.
--Cynthia Flores

[This is Freedom. by DreamingPhotographer]
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