Standing in line
Leashes tugging me onwards
I follow along in distaste
Growling at all that tugs at the leash
I look around, many others are leashed too
Some don't mind
Some just bark eagerly, running ahead
Me, I limp onwards
Standing at cliff's edge
I sigh while looking downwards at the castle
Everyone seems so eager to run in and get captured
But me, no, it's not my style.
The cliff breaks, I slide down the hill
Bumped and bruised, I roll down to the castle's door
They pick me up and throw me in
And thus stuck in the prison once again.
Oh how I long for true freedom.
AceCordellis Community Member 
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