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Jul 2010
Here I am free,
It's my light so I can see.
Life itself would be pointless,
Hours would be endless.
I'd constantly cry,
My face would never be dry.

You aren't me,
My life is not a cup of tea.
It's and endless fight,
Freedom is a far height.

Writing is my safe place,
Unlike your unwelcoming face.
You are insane to assume,
It's an unhealthy fume.
Nothings out of my reach,
You've got nothing to teach.

So stay away,
This is how I deal with everyday.
I don't need your hand,
I've got open lands.
Written by
Paulamae  California
(California)   
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