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Torn clothes but his eyes brimming with confidence, barefoot but his heart brimming with happiness, he was walking on the road to nowhere with a carefree smile and his everlasting freedom. Walking aimlessly, he spotted a bicycle and rushed towards it while aspiration and innocence exchanged glances. With an uncorrupted mind at play, he started putting the legs on the paddle only to realize that it's tied to a pole with a lock - a thing humans created to show their distrust of each other. He tried pushing it multiple times but to no avail. He looked around, saw a man standing with a phone, trying to press numbers on another bicycle to open it.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a key somewhere?” he wondered and slowly walked away as his inhibitions grew for the first time that day with his ambition saying “I am going to own this machine that can open the bicycle one day."

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