Immigration, the dream of a refugee

I always think of leaving this place, maybe immigrating to a place that I could find myself in! Maybe know how freedom tastes like. Yummy, freedom. When I think about that word, I usually get a strange feeling mixed with joy & peace. It’s so relieving to know that you can do whatever you can without anyone to step in your way. At least the low won’t be on his side.

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