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Freedom

This is a boring place,
Full of rules and expectations.
How I dream to be far from here,
To be with the birds and the clouds.
How I wish to be free,
I work and work.
I end up exhausted,
I want to be free.
This place is a drag,
I need chocolate milk.
I need donuts,
I need to be free.
I argue so that I can sleep,
I sleep to dream.
I dream to be free,
Will you deny my plea?
Written by Pravus
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