The Search for Freedom
I remembered when I was sitting there on the couch inside the living room of the mansion; walking on the passageway to the library, reading novels, playing with people around, and many others.
If I could survive the ordeal, I would never dream for anything again, I would be contented from anything I have, like those people who didn't had what I have, but though they were poor, they didn't assume for anything. They were contented of what they had and of what they could get. I also wanted to be the same with those people, because they weren't pursued by danger and living a simple life.
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