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Through the bars that spoil my view, I see the eagle gliding high in the sky. How I long to be like it. I only wanted to be free, but I found myself in shackles, like the slave to the market, for a mirage. Now, I am in an iron cage but the door never opens, there is no escape, I'll be trapped until I die.
I survived because of my dreams. But I dream no longer. I grab the bars of my cage, and I scream, a long silent scream. Freedom wasn't the only thing they took from me.

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