Free as Can be

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Wind rushing past my ears,
Whispering untold secrets for me to hear,
Free to be me,
To be who I was always meant to be
No one to judge me for who I am, what I am
Just me and the sky, my friend till the end
Soaring higher into the blue abyss
Away from the worry and hardships
Leaving them all behind me, never looking back
I am as free as can be

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