I dream of skies untouched by fear,
Of places where I disappear.
Where no one knows the weight I bear,
Where I'm not bound by silent care.The oldest daughter, always strong,
But I've been holding on too long.
I long to run, to break away,
To find a world that lets me stray.A place where no one calls my name,
Where I'm not tied to family's claim.
No eyes that look for me to stay,
No roles to fill, no debts to pay.I want the wind to know me first,
To taste the rain and quench my thirst.
To walk a road that's all my own,
A path where I am simply grown.For once, to be a wandering soul,
With no one else to make me whole.
To live, to breathe, to truly see—
A world untouched, a nameless me.I love them still, but I must go,
To find the self I used to know.
A place without the weight of names,
Where freedom calls and nothing claims.
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