The soul has a voice, is an echo of the wishes of all those lives. My soul, how many leaves would you be, what do you want to say to me. I live in a world where meaning is to live as a puppet, you do what everyone does, you laugh for everyone else laugh, you think like everyone else. If you separate yourself from the crowd, you are not welcome, puppets freeze you out. Either behave yourself as them or live in another world ... Are we ready for freedom, to give each other freedom to be who we are, without wanting to perform or be someone else. Are we free spirits ?
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