Independence
You hear the wind through the willows,
Like you've never heard before.
You realize each sound has its own independence,
Like autumn leaves on the forest floor.
It's like a puzzle, not clear;
But you can still make it out.
Independence should be a right,
No one's soul should be in doubt.
The mask you paint to hide away in,
It's yours to create;
So you must decide for your independence,
For your personality mustn't be late.
Independence... what does it mean?
People with minds of their own; free.
You do not need to hide from the truth,
Don't lock away your personality.
-Ariana Kulikov 2015
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