Freedom

Freedom was a fantasy she gnawed obsessively in her few moments of leisure , like an old bone with just a trace of meat, and like all illusions, it left her hungrier than before, only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse.

Ah! How I wish I could write something like this some time….

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Humor me please? *winks*

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