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Feb 2018
spreading your wings,
to the great unknown,
it's such a free experience,
not worrying about anything.

we start to rely on people,
but slowly be on our own,
we wish for freedom at a young age,
and we enjoy it for a short time.

being free becomes boring,
when you can do anything,
nothing restricts you,
and think you have all the time in the world.

nobody is really free,
everything is limited,
we are always restricted,
our own lives we can't even dictate on our own.
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