My WorldMature

I want to return to that land, where the music would play threw the night, and the stars shone threw the midnight sky with little resistance, where the wolves ran with wind, where i ran with them, where my feet never lost ground, and my wings would soar. With thoes like me, who knew me. Within the vaste green jungles, wild and viscious, with little pity, but freedom. There I was free. Here Im caged within the constant rummble of smoke and cncreate. Let me go. Let me go home. Where I belong.

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