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It is a fresh sunny day. You are strolling on this narrow street beside a park, listening to children giggling, riding high on their summer spirits. The grass is tender. It is like a newborn baby that just made its way out of its mother's womb; too scared to face the world, but too pure …

Cages…

Our history has known cages; Of all kinds and characters. The one with bars of gold And the others with floors of dirt. The ones which held the innocent And the others which freed the ghouls. But not very often, When you walk through the pages Of your own history, You land up Imprisoned. Imprisoned …

That book…

That rugged and withered wooden door...it stood in front of me as it greeted my somber mask... A mask, my soul wore with pride. My hand reached out for the door knob and rested at it for a while. I stared at my hand....with eyes hollow enough to engulf the world around me. Paying my …

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