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FREEDOM

Such a modest word

It carried very little importance for those who had it But for those who didn’t, it was the most precious¸ prized, and promised hope of all

I supposed I was lucky to knohat freedom felt like

For eighteen years, I’d been free Free to learn what I wanted, befriend who I liked, and flirt with boys who passed orous criteria

I was a sied by society to believe nothing could hurt me, that I should strive for an excellent career, and no one could stop me Rules would keep me safe, police would keep the monsters away, and I could remain innocent and naïve to the darkness of the world

Freedom

I had it

But then, I lost it

Murdered, resuscitated, and sold

I lost my freedom for so many years

Until the day he entered e

Him, with the black eyes and blacker soul

The ed my owner

And set my imprisonment on an entirely different path

DEAR DIARY,

No, that didn’t sound right Far too light-hearted for my tale

Dear Universe,

Scratch that Too grandiose

To The Person Reading This

Too vague

To The Person I Wish Would Help Me

That would get me in trouble And I refused to sound weak Not if these words were the only thing a stranger would remember me by