Disenfranchisement

There's something I want to feel but I don't know what it is.
The expression confusing, yet delivering
What can I give?
What do I have to offer to a world that hasn't ever offered me anything at all?
I live in sadness but breathe like it's still
Quite a strangeness it is to be alive I twist and I churn and I burn inside 
And I cry
Because there's something I want to feel but I don't know what it will do to me
The fruits of freedom not consumed by me. 

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