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Freedom.


I felt it in the wind knotting my hair.

I felt it as my eyes squinted to the sun.

I felt it as the radio played

And the air blew on my face.

 

I was in control

Of life, fate, and death.

I was in control

Of all the consequences.

 

Anything I do affects the world.

I determine my own fate.

Freedom blows through the windows

As I drive to independence.

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