Freedom
Trapped amongst peseanst
nothing but the stinch of unfulfilled dreams and failed ambitions
Prince of the losers
King of the nobodies
the great mass of losers content in their meaningless exsistance
a small yet powerfull light shows the way out
everyone knows of it
but none have seen it
none have exscaped
all have given up
hopeless and ashamed
one chooses to search
and finds the exsit within his own determination
floating to a grand island of his own design
embracing his new role as King
Freedom
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