The price of being free

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A poem I wrote for a friend a while back

My story started long ago

It saw me learn and saw me grow

Safely hidden with care and love

And now I’m lifting like a dove

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What once was close, now seem far

Is strangers really all we are

We who played and had our dreams

Now you ban me. So it seems.

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I had to leave to find my cause

I had to manage despite my flaws

If I return will you welcome me

Or is family my price for being free.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 21, 2014 ⏰

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