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I never knew that it was possible To love someone while still being myself Never laying my cards on the table Leaving the true me to sit boxed on a shelfAlways felt I needed to hide the truth Only to show what the other should see Tucking myself away as if in youth Projecting the “proper” image of meYou, you came into my life unaware Not knowing my past, not knowing my scars And for once I shared them, ventured to dare And instead of hiding I broke the barsAnd still you, you took me in anyway Loving the scars and asking me to stay

The first place you think of when you say free is America.  It’s written wherever you look; our anthem boasts we are the “land of the free”.  Our first amendment lists the five freedoms, but what does it really mean to be a free society?  Let’s look into the life of an average “Free-American”.Our “Free-American” wakes up at some un-godly hour in the morning.  The first thing she does is get dressed.  When choosing her outfit she must pay attention to length, size and content of each item she wears.  She must take care that it has no crude or offensive logo such as beer logos or racial jokes.  Now, most people are thinking, “good she isn’t ...