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I sit in class waiting my very soul pacing my limbs aching with the need to run and escape from all the confinement that home and school bring At home i long to run the feel of the wind blowing threw my hair no more expectations to fallow no more people to bring u down just me and my freedom rains.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
freedom
I sit in class waiting my very soul pacing my limbs aching with the need to run and escape from all the confinement that home and school bring At home i long to run the feel of the wind blowing threw my hair no more expectations to fallow no more people to bring u down just me and my freedom rains.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
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