My Freedom

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    My Freedom

    I search for death in every street corner in every alleyway. I search till I cant search no more. It is the only way to be free from the evils in my body. To truly be free I must die it is my only choice it is my only escape from the harsh reality that surrounds me. My death is my Freedom and some day I shall have it.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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