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Freedom by virre

She was alone now. She used to be one of them but not anymore. Finaly she was as free as the seeds she blowed from the flower in the big dramatic symbolism of freedom.

How had she gotten addicted to this, it was just a question of wanting to fit in. To be accepted by the others by tasting the sweat nectar of the grape.

It started for acceptance but soon everyday was a day of drinking just to take the day she thought she was free but was traped. But now free

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