Being free is being who you are, doing what you want, without worrying about what the other will think or think. Free is who frees feelings, desires and madness, who plays without thinking. Freedom, my dear, is this saga of jumping every day from the highest rock, paragliding. Fly across the sky without leaving your foot on the ground.
Free is those who dress as they like, wear their hair as they want, watch cartoons and newspapers, love music they love, even if the world thinks it's tacky or childish. People who allow themselves, impose themselves.
In the end, it will be you against yourself. In the end it will be you and your room and your crumpled draft plans that would rather crumple and give up than try. In the end it will be your tears, your loneliness and your despair. There will be a lack of attention, support and affection. In the end, we die like this, alone. In the end, there will be disappointments, yes, there will be pain and many scars.
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