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Jan 2014
It seems to me
That the one thing
People are always searching for
Is freedom.
Like a teenager,
Wanting freedom from their parents
So they can finally start there life.
Like a slave,
Sending a prayer to God
And hoping to one day be free.
Like an animal
All alone in a shelter,
Waiting for a home.
Like an unborn child,
Patiently sitting in it's mothers womb,
Waiting to be born.
It's like the New Hampshire motto;
'Live Free or Die'.
Some people receive their simple wish
For freedom.
But others die trying.

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Rebekah Marie Fleck
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Rebekah Marie Fleck  25/F/Maine
(25/F/Maine)   
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