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Fear

There are few things that I'm scared of. 
I'm scared of losing freedom, 
I'm scared of losing my youth. 
Not on the looks but the childlike liveliness, due to the hardship of adulthood. 

My body will change, 
Will I still be able to dance? 
This thought is childish, but honest. 

Change is difficult and I have been more like a boy than a girl. 
When I was a kid I was fascinated by Kungfu heroes. I didn't look forward to be a Disney Princess. 
I enjoyed roaming the Capital alone, on subways and buses. I wasn't jealous of my friends getting picked up by their lovers. 

I left my home at 9 PM in drizzle rain, 
10 kilometers to see my favorite poet. 
It was wild to go against the stream, 

While most of your friends went to club and when they posted pictures none of the frames have you in. 

It was wild and I am kinda proud of it. 

But adulthood, 
We all can't escape. 

You'll probably gone through similar things. 
No time to dress up 'cause the baby is crying. 
My friend wrote she woke up in tears from a bad dream, a scene of sitting in front of her piano and blind to the techniques she onced embodied. 

Maybe there will be few years of struggling
Before discovering a new place I've never been
Maybe I'll get fascinated by the new scene
And comprehend freedom in different meaning. 

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