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[sid] => 139799
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Freedom
[time] => 2008-01-15 03:48:59
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => There was a time when I felt free, a younger me, running and climbing tree's, but as time goes by, things do change. What was once understandable is now strange and unclear and fills me with fear. They've got us under their control, their cast-iron grip wrapped around our soul, we're weakened and struggling to find a way out, from the cages they keep us in. We can walk, we can run, but we'll never return to where we begun, climbing tree's, being young. Don't you see this is one big cover story, they lead us to believe that we have freedom. Distance themselves from every theory, the fragile doubt each and everyone of them. No-longer fragile im open to whatever I find, while others suffer the ignorant freedom of the clueless mind. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 44 [informant] => knight [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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