No Freedom
Not even the birds are free, because they're chained to the sky. But I'd rather be chained to the sky and be able to fly and see the world, than to be stuck on the ground walking the same path the remainder of my life. I've been to blind to see beyond of what I have been missing, to blind to see what's beyond in front of me. To long have I wondered what'd it be like to fly like birds do, to feel that wind blow against you. But now that I've had the chance to feel the wonders that my soul has yearned for oh so long, I can now say that I am free and chained to the sky doing what I've dreamt of and I'm no longer coming back to my old ways.ButbbB
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