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Boy Named Freedom
There was a boy, his name was Freedom
A funny name of sorts
His parents, Law and Justice
Never really knew him
His father stoic, dry and lacking warmth
His mother blind.
There was a boy named Freedom
Like every young boy
In search of who he was.
Defined by others perceptions
Liberation was as foreign as his father acceptance
There was a boy named freedom
Who stood on the shore
Looking for the girl he loved-
Hope.
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