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| Choosing My Own Direction so i'm young and wild and carefree throw my troubles into the breeze if i'm free to choose my own life wh won't you let me be myself what a concept who else am i supposed to be if i'm going to maximize my potential followin in your footsteps i don't think so your restrictions feed my rebellion to run the opposite direction and find myself amidst the chaos you initiated i can clearly see what your fate is mine looks better ~erika boal |
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