Wild Child

My mother told me i had a chameleon soul, no moral compass, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisivness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean. I am a person who belongs to no one, who belongs to everyone. Who has nothing, who has everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession with freedom. My spirit cant be tamed. I am a gypsy soul, the rushing wind will take me wherever i want to go. I was born to dance to the beat of my  own heart, roam without cages. With the inncocence of a child and the free spirit of untamed horses. I hope i continue to laugh without stopping, live with abandon and love like thats all there is......I am a wild, wild child.

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Me

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