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Die trying*

Poetry By: iloveuall

I'll rather die trying...

Submitted:Oct 29, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I could live a slave,
but what kind of life is that?
Tied and chained. Restricted.
No voice to be heard,
long ago beaten out.
I could live on my knees,
crawling and begging,
but where's the point in that,
if I can die standing,
happy and joyful, being me.
Not restricted, being me.
I'll rather die on my feet,
making a stand,
I'll rather die trying, than live crying.


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