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Freedom is a myth. Nobody is free in this World. Our mind, Our thoughts are slave to someone else to something else. For a Women, freedom is a myth for she cannot even step out of the house without the fear of getting kidnapped or abused, For a Man, freedom is a myth for he cannot even show out his true emotions, he cannot cry nor can he feel down as the society has set up standards to describe that, yeah, Men are supposed to be strong. For a Teenager, Freedom is a myth, as he/she cannot speak his thoughts for he is supposedly a Child but is expected to act like a mature, For Transgender, Freedom is a Myth, for maybe they got law's claiming them a Citizen and giving them respect But a bigger majority still looks down upon them. Freedom should be to Accept Oneself and Others. Unless our Mind is free from Fallacy beliefs and traditions that are no longer worthy. Freedom stays a Myth!
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