I feel so constricted here
Like the walls are closing in;There’s precious little air here
And what there is tastes stale.
I need to stretch my wings
And fly free once more;Free my mind of the shackles
That have held it for too long.
Give me the room to move,
To really expand my horizons;To be confronted by the unknown
And not shy away from the fear.
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