rUleS undeR My coMMaND
wHEn i waS 5, i waS frEE
When I was ten, I was smart.
When I was fifteen, I was restricted.
When I ran away, people did not understand.
When I ran to you, you understood.
You let me create new rules under my fingers.
You became my new freedom.
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