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Writer's pictureTrix Cruzales

Enclosed


I was locked in a cage, Located within a storage, A life not beyond average, A life to put at wage.

Now I am free, That may I agree, No longer with a pedigree, As I set my voice in decree.

My actions was put in a limit once, thus was set free, I may thank for letting me go no longer in a pedigree.


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