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Freedom

Freedom,
What is it?
a bird flying high,
a cheater running far
What is it?

The question that leaves us lost for words
Is it inside us
When you run in the playground,
do what you want to
Is that freedom?

The real question
that leaves us puzzled, is
does freedom really exist
is it just a thought inside our minds
or is thought our only freedom?

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Nardine Sanderson

Great question, i believe our thoughts are our hearts true freedom, although they too are restricted somewhat by government, free speech can't be a suicide if taken to extreme, i guess we are back to the question, what is freedom?
thank you sweetie for writing in my topic reality xoxo love to you, nardine xoxo

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