How will I live now that I am free
How shall I live now that I am free
Now that I no longer have to justify prefering two spoons of jam to one
Now that setting the table is a job I leave undone
How shall I live now that I am free
Now that I no longer find comfort in stolen moments alone
Now that I do not flinch in fear at the sound of the key in the lock
How shall I live now that I am free
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Good words.
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