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Free?

I am young, wild and free,
but all I can think about is how the world percieves me.
I should not have a single care or worry
So why do I still feel like life will end in such a hurry?
If I had one dream that I could endevour,
the dream would be that I am as light as a feather.
If only I could float away up in the sky,
flying light and high like a butterfly.
Then why do I care what you think of me,
Surely I should be young wild and free?
Written by Samanthaanne
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