“Free?”
What is being set free like?
I imagine it’s like a bird being let out of its cage.
I have yet to be a free bird.
I remain in this cage of rules and oppression.
Every time I think that I’ve escaped I look down to find a shackle still attached to my ankle.
Proof that even when you think you’re free, you aren’t.
One cannot truly be free if bound if bound by rules, laws and regulations.
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