TinasPoems: Freedom

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Friday, September 12, 2008

Freedom

Freedom I wonder what it really means, to say that we are free. Our world is slowly dying as we look, but cannot see. Killing and hunger fly free amoung our streets. Do we try to grasp it as it flies over us so fast? Or, do we pray that it will not last? Love is the only true freedom amoung us, to... Sign in to see full entry.

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