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I was terrified, But I’m my empty hands I hold freedom In that I have nothing to lose I have burnt all my bridges, Lost everyone who cared about me The fresh air doesn’t taste like freedom It tastes like ash. I was so scared, But now I don’t feel anything at all. There is nothing anyone can take from me I promise, it’s already gone This is not the perfect freedom I imagined, My child, forever isn’t build upon dreams The real ones don’t dream at all
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Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 9:34 AM UTC
A broken version of ‘freedom’
I was terrified, But I’m my empty hands I hold freedom In that I have nothing to lose I have burnt all my bridges, Lost everyone who cared about me The fresh air doesn’t taste like freedom It tastes like ash. I was so scared, But now I don’t feel anything at all. There is nothing anyone can take from me I promise, it’s already gone This is not the perfect freedom I imagined, My child, forever isn’t build upon dreams The real ones don’t dream at all
Is this the only freedom I’ll ever know?
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Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 9:34 AM UTC
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