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Is no longer allowed to be free. No longer to spread my wings, to feel the wind in my
face, to laugh at the horrors, as i soak in the freedom. Here i sit, nay here i stand, as
a chair is to great a privilege- with my back to the world i stand alone, defenseless
against the oppression of others- the weight of my words holds me down, my heart guiding
my tongue to silence. Here i stand in silence, for if you so bless someone with the key to
the heart, is it not there right to chose what they please? to pick a course and set you
on your way?
I have given it- my heart and my rights, pride and manhood, not lost in some absurd act of
stupidity, unless you consider love absurd, in which case you would be right.
Why give your heart away, when there is so much to gain and so much to lose.
To gain that person's heart, through and through knowing they see only you.
But to lose your own heart- to have it broken and torn- to give it all and gain nothing.
To  be without love,  is to not live, but to live without love is what?
Experience love once, and never ever again can you live without it- even the most bitter
of people long for it, crave it.
But to never experience it, never know what your missing, what issues could that pose?


Here i stand, back to the world, alone and misunderstood.
Freedoms gone, as censorship sets in, my words and actions, guided by those around- no
longer does my heart belong to one person- as that person has shared my heart with those
around- to be at the whim of all who call themselves friends, and the mercy of those who
are closer.

Here i stand, back to the world, hopeless, yet still here.



Bradley W. -May i remain anonymous in my truth.

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