no matter
no matter on which side of those iron bars you stand, if you're a rock, a pile of sand, if you don't hear nor feel nor see, but the blue sky can hug your dreams and hold your hand, you're free no matter on which side of the iron bars you stand.
posted by Fouad at 11:30 PM
1 Comments:
turning into stone... is that worth an illusion of freedom?
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