life is unpredictable
it keeps you like a prisoner;
in the heart of the nature
but still you're a prisoner.
even if you try to escape
there is always somebody that surrounds
the person, the powerless one
it and the life, they keep you like hands
sometimes you feel pain
the hands burns your wings
you cant fly even if you have wings
you cant run even if you have legs
then you realize, you started to enjoy being a prisoner.
this life is unmerciful from the beginning
from the moment that you were born.
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