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One day.

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Echoes-Sounded

Published: Aug 20, 2012

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One day i'll be free,
Just you wait and see.

I need to get out,
And change how i feel.

But it is hard to scout,
Out which feelings are real.

One day i'll be free,
Just you wait and see.

I know i can do it,
I can escape from my head.

I'll be able to just sit,
And my heart won't feel like lead.

One day i'll be free,
Just you wait and see.

Just a while longer,
And then i'll be safe.

My soul will be stronger,
And it won't be too late.

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One day.
Hopefully.
I know i can.
I'm fighting for it.
I think we all are.

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Sthomas13

Aug 20, 2012

Freedom is one of the few topics I enjoy writing about so this made me smile. I grasped determination and a desire to change from the words you wrote. I love your poems concept and I hope you continue to write.

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