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"Life...? Where are you?" I bellowed as I scrambled up my feet looking at the small corner of each place.

"Life...?" I desperately called out, "Where are you?" as I reached the front step. I opened the door and there I found what I was looking for - my little life. He was crying and sobbing looking at the farthest place he could see.

Pointing he said, "I want to go there..."

I sat down beside him and mumbled "I wish I could..."




This is what I feel from this very moment... I feel like a caged bird with wings tied up, unable to fly. I feel that my freedom is suppressed. I know there's more to life than what I have now and I want to explore that. I want to be a part of a so called world, where only happiness prevails.