Saturday, 3 August 2013

When I was a young man the whole world was open to me;  within the blink of an eye it was all taken away; 23 hours lock up in a 12’ by 7’ cell.

You ask me what I think freedom is:
Freedom to me is my own space.
Walking along the street.
Feeling the sunshine.
Getting wet in the rain.
Sleeping in my own bed.
Speaking whenever I wish.
Wearing my own cloths.
Listening to music.
Spending my own money.
Make up my own mind.
Not following rules.

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