FREEDOM
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MatureOngoing15m
Last published Sat, Aug 13, 2016
You don't know what it's like to be me. To live your life day by day in chains bounded to the harsh words you get called everyday, to the scars that run down your back. To dream of a place where you don't have to say 'Yes Master' and 'No Master'. Branded by one word. Slave. That's all I'll ever be. That's what they tell me. But I'll show them, I'll show them that one word won't define me or my existence. To be my own person, to get rid of these shackles that bound me. To be free. To have a taste of FREEDOM.
My life hasn't been flowers and butterflies. Freedom is not all it's cracked up to be. It's hard work and if your not careful it will be snatched away from you and it will be like you never had it at all. Follow the rules. Stay out of their way. Don't go out at night by yourself. Stay out of trouble. Do what your told. I wish no rules ruled my life. But after what I did need to keep low. I need to keep my head down. I wish... I wish I had a taste of FREEDOM
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