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Freedom


As the days pass and the moments are taken 

My inner thoughts awaken.

For years I have delt with anthing thrown at me

But now I know how to really see

All my worth 

and how to bring my self confidence forth.

 

I haven't always been able to put my thoughts in to words

However now that I've started I won't stop.

They won't always ryhme 

Because I dont't have the time,

And frankly I don't care

To write in pairs.

 

I may have been silent 

To avoid moivng out and paying rent

Before I turned eighteen

Listening to my mom like she was queen.

 

My time is now and I can't and won't stop untill I know who I am.

 

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