These shackles upon my wrists are unmoving, with each struggle for freedom I feel the metal clasp around my skin tighter.
I am caged like a beast with a collar around it's neck, restricted.
Just another trapped little birdie longing to spread its wings and soar the sky.
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Fragments of A Wanderer
Short StoryExcerpts from the mind of a wanderer. Through moments of darkness and in times of light the words confined in the pages within hold the thoughts of a teenage girl just trying to find her way. © All Rights Reserved 2016
