Freedom.
abstract,
cannot be seen with bare eyes,
but can only be felt with your heart,
which is called "peace".

I never realize that freedom is that precious until I lost it.
free to use my own thought to decide things,
free to pursue my own happines,
free to set my own goals,
free to achieve my dreams,

free to do anything that I want to.
yes, I lost those several things.

It feels like a living doll,
without a soul...

you can only do what you are directed to,
you can only do basic things as much as you want it,
eat,
drink,
sleep,
but not to think,
to argue,
or even to dream.
so empty..

what is worse?
I cannot complain to anyone,
but myself.
that is the worst.