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My thoughts shaking I'm trying to find my composure Swallow my tears along with the worlds fears I see a face a 15 year old girl Arms placed upon her lap laced Brave and afraid of the unknown Illiterate she held her own Freedom was her new home So many have fought and died, even today for its name Still I have no clarity of freedom's meaning Free to love? Free to worship as we please? Free from evil and hate? Or is it equality? To me it seems we are in desperate need of a refresher To be reminded what it should be To have FREEDOM
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
Freedom
My thoughts shaking I'm trying to find my composure Swallow my tears along with the worlds fears I see a face a 15 year old girl Arms placed upon her lap laced Brave and afraid of the unknown Illiterate she held her own Freedom was her new home So many have fought and died, even today for its name Still I have no clarity of freedom's meaning Free to love? Free to worship as we please? Free from evil and hate? Or is it equality? To me it seems we are in desperate need of a refresher To be reminded what it should be To have FREEDOM
#PCJuly2016Freedom
Karajean
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
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