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Sep 2019
Suppose, an apple ;
It’s red, sweet, crunchy. You might claim this is what the apple is.
But put another way . Let's suppose your friend is color blind, and to him the apple is a dull greenish color. She also makes a truth claim about the color of the apple but it's different than your truth.
The views of reality is incorrect, but the truth is not, so what the truth is?
Who decides that it is Red and not Purple?
And green and not White?
Freedom and Liberty; in the other hand, doesn't really go hand in hand.
Liberty is often confused with privilege, the privilege to do whatever thy wants and demands -to get away with it even if it meant harming others'

---- my life isn't just about my life really, never really learned to view it that way. I mean I tried to have it their way ; but it wasn't just, Me .

So who decides what are we ? We are from nothing but everything, we are from nowhere to everywhere . But who decides what is nowhere and who decides what is everywhere. Where is liberty?

I decide what we are'
We decide how ;
And our ways decides where .
If I was a poet
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If I was a poet  24/F/Bangladesh.
(24/F/Bangladesh.)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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