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Saying goodbye

He looked around the park and took in the view one last time. He tried to engrave on his mind where every bench was, and the young blooming trees that were finally putting life into the old park.

He wanted the moment to last forever because he would never have it again once it was over.

But that was not the only thing he was losing, he reminded himself.

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The Oppressed

 Man, you are free to choose.
 But first I shall take away your freedom
 Then your power to discern will be beaten down
 Till only one thing is on your mind:
 Not to be free to choose,
 But to live long enough
To have those choices again.

 You shall embark on a primitive journey
 Where oppression is what you know
 And how embracing it has kept you here-
 This long,

 Then I shall ask of you what matters most:
 Living in the shackles of ignorance or
 Stepping out into the wild.

 It is a scary thing, this freedom.
 It is responsibility to think, live and
 make life what you would have it be,
 on your own terms.

 It is refusing the status quo that has
 kept everything in check and
 left the scales on our eyes.

 It is choosing to go because
 you know priorities matter
 "Don't make me fat in ignorance," you say-
 Because responsibility is hard
 but ignorant choice is bad.
 Only after looking beyond, taking
 control and accepting the burden
 of your choice
 do you realise that you can have both, but only one way,
 You have a choice, just one.
 The other no matter how appealing is death.

Prompt: The oppressed