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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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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