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Bitter liberty!!


It is the aftermath of a war...
But still deep down our hearts it feels low
As the battle continues internally
As I continue to fight an invisible war
My mind is about to blow
As horrific images of those we lost are still tattooed in our hearts

Liberty is what we fought for
Yes liberty ...sweet liberty!!

The more we drew close to you liberty
The more life became tough and rough
Now I realise that liberty is as bitter
As a rotting lemon...

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