I hate rules.
They're restrictions, leashes.
I don't want leashes.
I wanna run free,
Do my thing.
So fucking accept that
My way ain't yours.
If that means you don't
Want or need me,
Fine.
Fucking leave then.
Leave me, if you wish.
I won't follow your
Stupid fucking rules.
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My mini sagas
Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
