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Are we really free 

or it's a joke the world is playing on us.

Every second I live and breathe, I feel judged

I have to explain and answer how and why I act and speak and behave

I have to justify the way I love, laugh, cry , walk and dress.

The bonds of family are used to shackle me.

The rent to be accepted by society is too costly. 

To be free it feels like

an illusion 

a crime 

a forbidden dream.

A little bit I stray 

the world ostracizes me

penalizes me and

breaks my soul.

I wish to be a free bird

but everyone wants to cage me.

The prison of rules and beliefs 

weighs down on me. 

Imprisoning me in my insecurities and fears.

I wish to be free

But I wonder, can I truly ever be free?

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