Freedom to just, be.

Here, now, I am.

Sad and lost,

Not yet found.

I'm Mad the cost,

To be unbound,

was the heart of a  man   I loved,

the price I fear was to high,

because the cost rose above,

me, myself and I.

POETRY IS ALL THE SAME. JUST SOMEBODY SAYING SOMETHING.

BLAH BLAH BALAH
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Freedom is relax,you can do everything you want

Here agian,now,I,
am alone agian