longing for freedom i do good things
and never tell anyone what it is ive done
hoping that the act itself will do
its job and free the worries of
another person that might not
even notice.
begging for freedom i feed the poor
and give up my could be raises anonomously
so that those still struggling
might be able to eat today
and grow tomorrow
somehow.
crazy for freedom i buy lottery
tickets for me and many who dont even know
how many good things i could do
if those simple numbers
ever became truth
and freed me.
freedom for me though is a dream
a crazy, begging, longing kinda dream
where i can just be released from the memories
that haunt me and hold me just outside
of being able to love life
for myself.
-dev
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- Freedom by Darkwell.
550 points, ended December 21, 2008, 13 entries
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your not a meshuggener for wanting to be happy for yourself
but there is a kinda freedom you get when you help people that makes you all lifty in your spirit 
such lovely thoughts here about the freedom to share, beautiful piece.
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