Sometimes I feel there's a wild, uncontrollable animal in me. It has no direction, it acts by instinct, its only function is to survive. Rarely in life have I allowed him to let go, and these few times it could finally feel the taste for freedom. I am not free, but the animal is. It can run and be. If only I could also.
Sometimes I feel there's a wild, uncontrollable animal in me. It has no direction, it acts by instinct, its only function is to survive. Rarely in life have I allowed him to let go, and these few times it could finally feel the taste for freedom. I am not free, but the animal is. It can run and be. If only I could also.

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