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Freedom
I do not want happiness.
A little space is all that I want,
and a little freedom
to stretch my almost numb limbs.
My wings are broken now
My dreams all dead.
I would rather be Icarus,
fly high to the sun, escape the double death,
of life in this prison
where my dreams
meet their slow death everyday.
poem
by
Aimanu Begum
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