Imprisoned

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When I left
The birds flew higher than before
The leaves fell on the ground
A smile appeared on my mouth
I felt free again.
But.. why is there a tear on my face?
Why am I crying now that I have freedom?
Maybe I crave you more than I crave the others?
Maybe I crave you more than I crave myself?
Walking away is so difficult
Every step hurts
Because my body is used to be carried by you.
But now that I've lost you,
I must forget your arms and look at my own.

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