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Freedom – Poem

This poem could also use a better title, another from the 4 in quick succession session

FREEDOM

When I stopped being

Who they wanted me to be

Who I thought

I ought to be

Who you would be more comfortable around

I lost my way a little

Then found that

There needed be a path

To the place

Where I can lie

On a light dappled

forest floor

and simply be

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