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42. Freedom

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There was always an intoxication
about infinite freedom
that terrified my
being,
For what
could we even do
with so much freedom
apart from feed ourselves
without a thought
of the world,
and us
only
involved
in our own being
until one fine morning
we were too far gone to help
and humanity only in dire need
for someone to set it again
straight, like it was
when every
thing
came at a
sordid price.

Even this freedom.
Even you.

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