To Fly.
To be Free.
Of All the Chains I've let Shackle me.
To Fly.
To take off.
To Be all that is within me.
To Fly.
To breathe deeply.
To find my sweet Liberty.
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PoetryLiberty has lost herself and is searching for true freedom and that comfortable in between. This is a series of poems dealing with depression, anxiety and coping. I aim for this progressive work to be positive and up-building even if it does touch...
