Write Free or Die

I am free to write my words.
Of what i feel and i observe.
And no one will be able to stop me.

I will die for what is right.
Execute my words on site.
They are mine, whether pristine, or sloppy.
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I am free to decree, mountainous emotional range.
Stone faced, to construct inside my isolate cage.
I am me, limited only by imagination.

I will not accept what it is i know.
I am not my content, i fuse to grow.
I shall be, refusing my stagnation.
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If you give me sympathy, then you give me death.
My own liberty is exhaled through my breath.
For i have chosen, silence, not as an option.

The poor bid for a poor bid.
Never shall i be forbid.
Before the cozen, of this very auction.
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Right to be me.
Write to be free.
I am one to withhold emotion.

To hold within.
And deny you my grin.
But in word, i spill devotion.

To love of word.
To love of thought.
Permafrost, to ink frozen.

Mine is mind.
Mind is mine.
Write free, or die, is what I've chosen.
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Forced words of speech.
Read by deceit.
Slavery to the words above.

Hear our words.
Here are our words.
No slave to be. Of us, none.
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I am free to write my words.
Of what i feel and i observe.
As the unoriginal copy.

Left my mark upon the world.
My jot, poor penmanship scrolled.
Ghost writers dead to their proxy.
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As memory heals, unscarring.
Forgotten, faded, lack of talking.
My words are all my own.

And when i die, they'll stay some time.
As if my mind hit some rewind.
For my words are truly, all i own.