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Free yet a slave

I want to be free again
free to spread my arms in the sky like a bird
to swing through the sky just doing nothing but flying.
I want to be easy like plants 
always smiling and spreading happiness.
God made us free but 
we entangled ourselves
I want to be free
of taking charge
of delegating work
of being perfect
of mental stress.
I want to be
free like a baby doing anything anytime
free of the alarm ticking in my mind every time.
I want to be a daughter again 
I want to be in my mom’s lap again!

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