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A poem my cousin Jordan wrote about school and how it's almost over but will never actually be over... Etc etc etc. Hope you like it! :D :D :D
Submitted:Jun 12, 2012 Reads: 11 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
Freedom.
It is the absence of bondage, yet without one another, they cease to exist.
Freedom.
Soaring in the air with clouds and birds, yet dying in the poison that we make from our laziness.
Is there such a thing as freedom?
Or are we already slaved from accepting our working fate?
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