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Freedom


A woman once asked me What does it mean to be free? As I pondered this question, I though Freedom is the ability to be me Freedom is making my own decisions And deciding how my life is dealt Freedom is going through with my own missions And causing the chains of oppression to melt Freedom is voting on the things I see Are important to you, our families, and me Freedom is being able to break away And choose my own destiny the next day Freedom is knowing that only I Can dictate whether I live or die That is what it means to be free Having the ability to be Whatever I see fit to be
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