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05.11.23

This is what it looks like
When you let babes run wild
When daughters run free
Like sons chains unbound
They grow strong and fierce
In body and mind alike
Not without a price paid
I have scars and bruises
Accompanying my freedom
I have fondest memories
I have experiences
Most don't dare to dream of
All I have I credit
To my stolen liberties

~RC

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