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Narrow confines all around, Suffocation in every breath. Freedom is only in thoughts Or perhaps remained as a dream: A dream that was unfulfilled. I look into my own vision In hope of the glimpses of those images; I hear myself crying aloud Those voices that I cannot listen; I search for that perfect spot To settle down and call it home! My travels in thought and deed, Seem incomplete, Unfinished; Yet I return to the same place Over and Over And Over again! Sums up I am Winning the battles I did not fight But I am Losing the war I wanted to win! --May 24, 2011.