Freedom
Freedom to choose
Freedom to lose
It is a thing we all hold dear
It movs up in tiers
Not important in our adolescence but everything in our adulthood
But what if it could
Be stripped away?
Who woud we be? Where would we stand? Where would we lay?
Who would we be other than lost souls?
In search for an identity in order to not be culled
Freedom is our creativity,identity, our everything
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world
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