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I am detained in my golden cage, nothing changes but my age. Extreme motion, an endless ocean, love and pain, in every grain. Long past and forgotten sorrows, hijack my back. Pushed by the wind of wisdom, I follow my beaten track. I will fall, in the night, hunting light, for my life. * I open the window of life, I adore, what was before, I respect, what others reject, I inhale life, kind of. Live life with life, a part but apart from life, seemingly an apartment of LIFE. I melt into the ocean of sound,
