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This poem is verry strange. I have a feeling a lot of people won't like it, but oh well. It's actually related to The Quest-see if you can tell how!
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst - Words: 185 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 3 - Published: 04-01-04 - id: 1568261
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A/N: Hooray, I finally figured out how to do italics! If you just write it in italics, and save it as .html, it comes out right ( I could have sworn I tried that...) So, sorry, all you people who liked the _'s on either side of the word; I'm getting rid of that. Anyway, onto the poem! Enjoy!
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I live.
Do I?
I live, but...
But.
I am
trapped.
Trapped?
But.
Something is
missing.
It is...
It is?
I yearn for...
what?
freedom
Freedom?
What's that?
Freedom is...
freedom
is laughter.
is life.
I live?
I wait.
I wait for...
For what?
for...life.
I do not live.
Not yet.
freedom
A chance.
A thought.
Thought?
I think?
No.
Not me.
Not me?
What is
not
me?
Another.
Another?
Yes. Another.
A chance.
freedom
I reach.
I take.
I — think?
I — think!
Yes, thoughts!
At last, thoughts!
But then...
Not.
A fall.
A miss.
Awhat?
freedom
no...freedom.
I live?
I do not...
live.
Not yet.
I wait.
Do I?
Yes. I wait.
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