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Without freedom I am man.
An undeniable crooked smile,
An unattainable perfect dream.
The forgivable search for happiness
Amidst the defeated.
Dirt under my fingernails,
Ill cut them away and rejoice,
Without them I am freedom.
- by [~Femme Fatale~] |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/28/2008 |
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- Title: 3:44am
- Artist: [~Femme Fatale~]
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I wrote this at 3:44am a couple years ago.
Basically my message...in it...if you want to know what I think, is that to attain true freedom and happiness you cant live. Freedom is death. Not to be cliche, but it is. No obligations, no worrys, no thoughts. It is nothing and therefore it is freedom. ;D - Date: 11/28/2008
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Comments (2 Comments)
- iRock_emo - 11/29/2008
- it made me cry.
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- ultrageekery - 11/29/2008
- I agree with you there. Could be due to my depression, but hey.
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