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Freedom


I can feel it

The wind rushing through my hair

The gentle tug of my face as that breeze goes quickly past me

I love this feeling

This freedom

I smile as I stare ahead of myself

Soon there will be complete freedom

I hear their shouts and cries

But they’ve made me do this

It ends quickly

It all ends

No more noise for me to listen to

All this freedom belonging fully to me

Then it ends

The wind stops along with my thoughts

My few seconds of freedom are over

My body now floats in the water beneath the bridge

The bridge where you took my freedom away from me

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