I hustled for looking for something. I went ahead even if I tripped. I knew it was foolish, but I did my best not to regret I could belive myself, I didn't need my friends. Irevolted against anything. Pubertal wings are fragile and fleeting I wanted to be strong enough to live alone. In fact, I was only afraid of being deceived. Nothing changes if I only run away. I knew it but I could not change myself. The pride of loneliness which I showed boastfully, was a wing to escape to an useless ideal. Self advocated; "RIOT", which I showed boastfully. Over the light, there was not a freedom. Teenage Bluely Days. I weltred rough days, when I realized, Iburdened a solitariness. It was tough. The truth was that I was alone. I didn't wish anything If you pretend to be brave, you forget your true face. It's important to relax sometimes and ask for help from others. When you get hurt... when you feel like crying, you shout towards thw big sky. Not to forget myself, to keep myself. So vulnerable I was, but cheered up My father, mother and friend's encouraging voice gave me light. Boastfully showed solitariness and pubertal wounds were wings to escape to an useless ideal. If there is a freedom in the blue fine sky, I don't care eve if these proud wings break. I have already started running toward the sky. The place I landed after I had flown spreading my wings was ""Freedom", I had a wonderful family and wonderful friends. They were the greatset days, we can meet when I'm reborn again...

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May 2011