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Freedom,
Like an eagle
Flying high in the sky,
Soaring and Squawking.
Leaving the earth behind,
Letting go of things that hurt,
Things that make me cry,
And want to die,
To say goodbye.
But soaring up in the sky,
I don’t feel the need to end my life.
All I feel like I need,
Is to close my eyes,
And be free.