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The atoms of imperfections fog the mirror these two eyes stare into They search for meaning in the midst of it all  Life is still a blur  I carry the shackles that forbid me  That restrict me 
America the Free~ But freedom has a price Tears fall from the innocent As they watch the souls of their loved ones Tumble to the heavens Questions unanswered Nothing yet gained
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