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The Freedom

Altered_Soul9

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shackled within my own life.
With Hate as my alias
The lie that stands before me
Is the truth thats left untold.
I've realized there's no use.
The fighting is all for nothing.
Loss is something that must be accepted.

Lurking within me is freedom
Hiding, quiet...afraid of loss.
It buries itself inside my mind.
While giving false hope when nothing remains.
Yet it remains hidden within....
I engulf the lies even though i know....
My soul is worn.
Manipulation is far to easy.
I am a slave to the Freedom.
I am a slave to you all....

My mind is away while my soul remains within this body...The Freedom has come.
 
i wanna say wonderful angst but that would be an oximoron so.....good poem....you get the idea.
 
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