Freedom has more than one name
It is a new country
My whole body and who I thought I was
The eyes with which I saw my face in the mirror
The name I called myself
That I was enslaved to
Was not necessary at all
And the emotions that reigned over my empty heart
Emotions like love and fear that I believed to be universal and human and inescapable
I easily exchanged for another
Not for something better or stronger
But for freedom itself
A game with no rules
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