My socks are a mess. I wore them for days, running in the park, playing soccer, and even relaxing in them. Now they are gray, stained with dirt and grass, with a few holes here and there. But I don't mind, on the contrary, I like the feeling of freedom they give me.<br>They feel soft and warm around my feet, like a second skin. They remind me of all the adventures I've had, the wild races, the disastrous falls, the laughter with friends. Every stain is a memory, an experience that has made me stronger and more independent.<br>As I walk, I hear the sand crunching under the soles of my socks. It's a strange, but pleasant sensation. It makes me feel closer to nature, wilder and freer. I don't need elegant shoes or perfect socks, all I need is the comfort and freedom of being myself.<br>I know some people might consider me sloppy or ungroomed, but I don't care what they think. My dirty socks are a symbol of my personality, of my desire to live every moment to the full, without worrying too

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