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  Free me  Free to be free  We lost what It might mean to be free Freedom lost that wasn’t ever had  Mourning the loss of what we were told was bad  Told what it was to be free 
Inception of life is where it all began, Father imprisoned from illicit dealings, Mother gone from a sense of healing, No siblings or role models present, She decides to make it out on her own,
I grew up in a place, where there are no mountains, cities, or buildings Instead, every few nights I encountered killings Dead bodies in the middle of the road, rotten, ran over
Grass, Once brown and lifeless, turned green and fresh. Teachers, Once solemn and dull, turned exciting and bright. Academics, Once boring and monotone, turned active and hands on.
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