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Are we free?

Are we truly free?
Such a subjective word...
To be free is to choose,
To determine ones own destiny.
So are we free?
A simple powerful declaration,
Free to choose...
To do what you want,
Yet...
Limited to what is allowed.
You are free to disagree,
But not to attempt to change.
So how then are we free?
No longer are we slaves,
Yet free we are not!
We are just chained...
To an illusion of being free.

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