Learning
I will not learn in a cube.
Put me in a box, tell me I must do this, force me into
a crowd, a schedule.
Try. I will not learn.
I will fly free in nature, away from straight lines and hard rules.
I will be wonderful in my true form, not forced into
a mold, a class.
Free me. I will show you the truth.
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