Freedom

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I look at the clouds and I feel heavy.

I look at the leaves flowing free and I feel trapped.

It is the eyes of beauty that make me feel.

Eyes filled with passion. Love. Care.

Those beautiful eyes make me feel so much... hope.

Hope for the future.

I am used to eyes filled with disgust. Rejection. Hate.

Somehow it is not in those beautiful eyes.

So many months seeing darkness.

But in those beautiful eyes I see LIGHT!

I overcome the darkness.

I flow past it and into the light.

And there in the light are those beautiful eyes waiting for me.

HAVE HOPE!!!! NEVER GIVE UP!!!

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