My mom still sings to me through the bars of her cage, just so I know she's there.
My mom still sings to me through the bars of her cage, just so I know she's there. I want to snuggle with her but I can't. I dream of a day when we're free and when people see us as individuals deserving of compassion. Please see us.
Source: Compassion Over Killing
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