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"In Pursuit of Freedom" - 2023
In pursuit of freedom, I lost myself. I fled the confinement of childhood only to stumble into the prison of the present. I thought escape would mean release, yet the chains I carry now are forged from my own choices. I long for the days when care was light and time was kind, when I could drift into daydreams under the quiet gaze of my parents. But in my rush to grow, I abandoned those hours, and now they return only as ghosts.
As a child no one listened, and now as an adult I no longer speak. The silence cuts deeper than words ever could. In pursuit of freedom, I became my own captor, tormented by the voice that reminds me of all I squandered. It tells me I will never reclaim the time I ignored, never touch the hands I let slip into memory. It haunts me most at night, when I lie still and know how easily life can follow them into the dark.
I do not beg for youth. I beg for childhood. For the young man must die, but the child endures, untouched by time. In pursuit of freedom, I lost it all.
My End
In pursuit of freedom, I lost myself. I fled the confinement of childhood only to stumble into the prison of the present. I thought escape would mean release, yet the chains I carry now are forged from my own choices. I long for the days when care was light and time was kind, when I could drift into daydreams under the quiet gaze of my parents. But in my rush to grow, I abandoned those hours, and now they return only as ghosts.
As a child no one listened, and now as an adult I no longer speak. The silence cuts deeper than words ever could. In pursuit of freedom, I became my own captor, tormented by the voice that reminds me of all I squandered. It tells me I will never reclaim the time I ignored, never touch the hands I let slip into memory. It haunts me most at night, when I lie still and know how easily life can follow them into the dark.
I do not beg for youth. I beg for childhood. For the young man must die, but the child endures, untouched by time. In pursuit of freedom, I lost it all.
My End
