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What is freedom?


I don't know this answer 

I don't want to answer this question 

i want to go anywhere 

I want to do anything

i want no cages keeping me from gain the skills that I know I can surpass

if you look for freedom then you need to work hard.

but that's only to prevent chaos from showing.

i would keep everything I want, when consequences begin I will reverse every single one.

freedom is life.

as I live in this birdcage. 

I will soon spread the wings of freedom and break open the cage that binds me.

to tell the truth about a world that is new yet old to me

i won't forget those who help me because I'll leave only feathers behind.

for the next generation to follow. My title will be plated in wood gold is only for fake stars

Freedom is living that's the answer that is on every stone.

its a simple answer I won't answer those questions

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