I remember how easy things were when I was little.
There were no problems existing in my world.
I could do whatever I wanted.
And afterwards my parents could tell me I shouldn't have done that.
I remember how I at those times pretended to listen.
But yet only a bit later I had forgotten it all.
It went in.
And it went out.
Freedome.
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