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Freedom


The Screams The constant reminders of who society expects me to be The dreaded tasks Work, School, Death Is there no in between? Ahh but there is That sweet sweet moment where you escape With just a pen and paper, you are free Where there are no worries Sunshine, rainbows, childhood feelings All in just a simple pen and paper No limits No tasks No worries Fuck society’s image of me Freedom is what we all crave Freedom is why I write.
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Spresswood88
I LOVED it! SCHOOL WORK AND DEATH----is there no in between- thats real talk my friend...I loved it- cant wait to read more from you! keep it up!

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