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Freedom



The day I realized that most of the burdens I shoulder
Are not really mine to carry
Is the day I set my heart truly free
And felt the fresh taste of liberty
Kiss my face,  brush past my arm
Content in the knowledge
that no more will anyone
Do me anymore harm
I felt nestled in a coccoon
Of love, which was denied
To me by vultures
Emptying their burdens
Onto my back
And leeching out my blood
Much like parasites
Now that I've lifted
the shackles off me
I'm able to enjoy the view from here
And it's magnificent
Life is bounteous
I'm more blessed than most
And I thank the heavens above for it all.

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