A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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To climb over fences

And run through buildings we don’t belong.

To drive through the night,

To eat all the junk we can find.

Rebellion,

Freedom,

Anarchy.

It is a youthful feeling –

A dream –

One I anticipated in my innocence

And now find it is a feeling fading fast

Before it could ever truly take hold.

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