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Freedom
I count the hours of the day wisfing I was done. Not just with the counting but with my hopes and aspiration
My life is like a ruler I want to break in half. End it before the true pain begins.
As i wake I look at all the smiling faces and remember when mine wasn't painted. Then again we're all in the same circus. The clowns being the outcasts, lion tamers being the big shots, and acrobats being so suicidal sleep is a dream.
Soon the hours turn into days that turn into weeks, to months, to years and all that is ever wanted is freedom.
