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Monday, August 9, 2010

I'll be that girl, the one you'll always dream of. I'm a free spirit, I fly by my own wings. I can't be tamed. I am the wild child walking barefoot, without a care, but the state of her hair. I'll run wild with the wolves, fly high with the birds and crash down to earth, not a worry about the consequences. You wish you were me. The free spirit, that you'll never be.

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