I hate it here. Nobody else understands just how much it bothers me. Gazing out, the world has so much more to offer than this. I want to leave but Father won’t let me. I call him Father, but he’s more of a ruler than a Father. My friend and I always sneak out and taste what their world has to offer, but there’s no getting past the barrier between us and freedom. It’s still enough to see him, though. A person from the outside, his face beams in the golden sunlight. He’s seen me a few times and I just know he feels it too. If Father knew he’d blow his top, ha! He says I belong here and I’m not well. I don’t care - maybe I am but I don’t see how being in here helps that. I want nothing more but to shed this restrictive uniform and run free with the outsiders. With him.
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| - I hate it here. Nobody else understands just how much it bothers me. Gazing out, the world has so much more to offer than this. I want to leave but Father won’t let me. I call him Father, but he’s more of a ruler than a Father. My friend and I always sneak out and taste what their world has to offer, but there’s no getting past the barrier between us and freedom. It’s still enough to see him, though. A person from the outside, his face beams in the golden sunlight. He’s seen me a few times and I just know he feels it too. If Father knew he’d blow his top, ha! He says I belong here and I’m not well. I don’t care - maybe I am but I don’t see how being in here helps that. I want nothing more but to shed this restrictive uniform and run free with the outsiders. With him.
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| - I hate it here. Nobody else understands just how much it bothers me. Gazing out, the world has so much more to offer than this. I want to leave but Father won’t let me. I call him Father, but he’s more of a ruler than a Father. My friend and I always sneak out and taste what their world has to offer, but there’s no getting past the barrier between us and freedom. It’s still enough to see him, though. A person from the outside, his face beams in the golden sunlight. He’s seen me a few times and I just know he feels it too. If Father knew he’d blow his top, ha! He says I belong here and I’m not well. I don’t care - maybe I am but I don’t see how being in here helps that. I want nothing more but to shed this restrictive uniform and run free with the outsiders. With him.
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