No Freedom
Snow makes her skin burn
She doesn't care, this is called hatred
She longs to foget
Orange leaves are crumpled
This is what happens when you love
But no one really cares
She loves to run smilig
The sun on her face is astonihing
It does not last
Pain is all she feels
Summer does not help, she cries
Will it go away?
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