Imagine, a bird, with its wings clipped, and subquently tied together, unable to make its own decisions and choices, big or small..... A bird, yearning to fly out, and make its way around, happily, experiencing some freedom. The taste of doing things he wanna do. Of really having a breakk from work for once, away from work, from school, and just relaxxxxxx for once. But no. Whatever I do, Im always wrong. Whatever choice i make, its always not a good one, a wrong one.
arghhhh.
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