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I look at all the Kids who walk by, and I just wish I could be as free as they are.
I see how happy they are when there with there friends. I feel like Im stuck. Like I
can't bring Myself to walk out of the house and go spend time with My friends.
Instead I sit here in this lonely bed and stare up at this only web up in the corner of
this empty room. I long to be like those Kids I see when I am out and about. Though
I wish for it I can Never be free from this grasp My parents Have on Me. I only listen
to what They Have to say and listen to what they May have to say to me. I smile and
Walk away before i have something to say. So when I think those Kids are more
free than me I may be wrong. They may have more problems than what I see. So is
there such a thing called Free? I don't know why don't you tell me?
- by Jared LetoLover8994 |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 06/14/2009 |
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- Title: Free
- Artist: Jared LetoLover8994
- Description: It's a little sad but it tell's my story and How I live. I always wish for something more when I know Nothing more can come. So I wish. I may be to old for wishing but for some reason I just can't stop wishing for something or some one better to come into My REAL life. I hope you enjoy.
- Date: 06/14/2009
- Tags: free
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