One of my favorite books as a child was "The Velvet Room" by Zilpha Keatley Snyder. Everything in life was summed up in the sixth chapter of the book, when Robin realizes, "But there were uncomfortable hollows, empty except for vague longings - like when you're hungry but not for anything you can have. And that was wanting, all right, wanting, wanting - wanting." I knew in an instant what the author meant when she wrote those words.
Tonight, I want freedom.
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