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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