Young and free

I’m riding underneath the stars in Argentina and long gone is his rigid mind and boring outlook on life. If I’d be honest with myself and him I would have told him that I hate his fear and lost dreams. He might be safe in some ways but what is a man without courage and hope? Finally I’m free and my younger me is happy again.

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