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Freedom is a lifeline we take for granted
And I could write books on what it means
But freedom to be well
With a roof over my head
And good food to eat
And books to read
Freedom to think...
Freedom to be whom I want to be...
Hello. With music I find a medium so powerful that is capable of awakening the senses and lulling them to sleep. With words I find a connection, an expression, a definition that can either draw or erase lines. With deeds I wish to go from my mind to the present feeling the breath go through me, here I am... now...and now is the only thing that matters... Here I have frames in my mind squeezed down to words....that may provoke deeds... x ethav