why i'm been conquered like this
i don't know what to do...
my mom take my phone again...
argh....
why she so stricted to me...
i don't like...
i hate it...
can you freely let me do what i'm want to do...
i wanna freedom....i want to be like a sky, cloud or air...
the sky so clear....
the cloud so sweet
and the air can go any where...
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