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freedom

Freedom is a word 

That frightens me immensely

Freedom is me allowing myself to tear all the masks 

Off my face and soul

And be who I really am

No hiding

No trying to soften my edges

So I can please everyone

Freedom is accepting I’d rather be alone

Than with those who won’t accept me for who I am

Freedom is letting loose

And paying no more attention to what others might think

Because I’m tired of living this half-life

And I’m tired of making myself smaller than I really am

I used to know what freedom was

And maybe that’s how I made my worst enemies

But that’s also how I met my best friends

Hiding my personality is not doing me any favours

I’m tired of feeling ugly, boring, worthless

But the fear is great 

So will I dare to be free?

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