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FREEDOM
sleeping with the bedroom door open
taking a bath, the door unlocked
looking at bandages without cringing
seeing a bottle of rye without weeping
smelling English Leather without gagging
laughing out loud.....always
headlights in the window....no reason to hide
making mistakes without the enevitable blood
not being a "zero", "nothing", "zilch"
smiling because i have reason to smile
living because i have reason to live
without terror
without dread
without sadness
without hurt
without hate
freedom to love
freedom to be loved
freedom to live
Corrine
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