3. Stolen Freedom

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A parched throat utters strangled cries,
The light has gone out of the once bright eyes.
Drifting in and out of consciousness,
Shivering and crying,
She is pinned down each time she aims for a new start.
Its dismal,
The slow retardation of her worn heart.

She gradually begins to lose herself,
In this isolation,
She suffocates,
Slowly drowning in this desolation.
Why is her voice taken away?
Why is she killed a little more everyday?
What has she done to deserve this?
She just wants to speak,
She doesn't demand any extravagant bliss.
She just vainly searches for someone,
Who will give her back her stolen freedom.
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