When I stared out of the window.in a split, I could view the world from my own imaginations.for I cried the silent cries of redemption by the way I looked at the passerbys that I saw, and the way I shouted at my own caged self in a cell.
In it, I saw the privileged come out of their glass cars, all dressed up rich and expensive. I saw the common walk up to them to beg for alms just to feed for the day,and I.... Click to read up this piece and stay inspired!
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