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Free Me of These Chains

I need more than this small town life.

 

I need the cities that don't sleep, the stores that don't close at nine, the people who don't go to bed at ten-thirty. I need to know there is more to life than just getting up in the morning, getting dressed, going to school and coming home to do homework for classes I don't care about, going to bed and repeating it all over the next day.

 

This life is not the life I was meant to live. This life is meant for someone who doesn't want to see the world. For someone who doesn't want all the knowledge this beautiful earth has to offer. I want that and anything else I am offered. I want so much more.

 

Small towns like this can't hold me in. They prevent me from spreading my wings, from flying toward the never-ending horizon, from seeing everything my eyes can take in. I want more. I need more.

 

I need to be free of these chains that restrain me from being everything I can be.

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lindsey-eleanor
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Mar 17, 2013
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