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What does it feel like,

to be free,

when you surrounded by others,

insecurities?

Every person needing

to live up to others

wanting expectations?

When given life,

should we make it worthwhile 

to ourselves?

why do we have to care

on what others thinks of us?

why can't we be outselves

without consequence?

But that's what the world 

has limited us to become

and we follow 

nit for the sake of want

but for a reason to live.

This way if living,

seemes indecent to me.

 

 

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