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Hope of Freedom

In fear I lived my whole life
My heart yearns for a place
to rest,
My soul seeks for the mind
of peace.

How far do I have to run
in order to stop running
I simple walk I can’t have
A thousand reason to keep

What did I do?I know not
why I run?I know not
The fear of being hurt
is greater than the fear
of resting.

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