Freedom

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Hands shaking

Cold waking

As I walk

 

Legs tensing

Barbed Fencing

As I climb

 

Shoulders quaking

Fingers gripping

As I hold

 

Tight grasping

Top nearing

As I hoist

 

Feet touching

Ground freezing

As I land

 

Freedom nearing

Hysteria bubbling

As I run

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