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Sometimes I wonder what freedom feels like.
What fresh air feels like in my lungs.
What a "good day" truly feels like.

But then sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not have fears.*
To not be cripppled by anxiety over the thought of being around people.
To not have thoughts running marathons in my head.

And then sometimes I wonder what life would be like without the pain of depression.
What it feels like to be okay.
**What normal feels like.
 Oct 2015 g clair
E Townsend
I shouldn't be able to hear your voice
snaking into my ears
telling me I miss you. I miss you.
It's a sentence I've never heard you say,
so how can my brain make it
up so eloquently,
so perfectly in your small voice
that I have not heard in years?
 Oct 2015 g clair
E Townsend
It's so difficult to forget someone
who was the only person I wanted to remember.
I'm trying to be okay with that.
In schooldays my aim was terribly perfect
add to that an attitude unfair
a soft teacher was an easy found target
not one bald head was allowed to be spared.

The moment the poor man turned to blackboard
his baldness shined as a gaming site
the sleeping devil woke up and deep roared
dispatched were chalks on windborne flight.

Only a few did land on wrong place
but found mostly their rightful targets
and bore no qualm the thrower's face
when cheered by the fellow classmates.

As the victim turned with ire's full steam
nursing stings that came with good force
we in the gang were such an honest team
never revealed it came from what source.

It went on smooth till luck failed one day
has to end all games one once starts
a traitor midst us the secret gave away
memory of the thrashing badly hurts.
Forgive me teachers for I have sinned against thee.
 Oct 2015 g clair
L
Guess Who
 Oct 2015 g clair
L
I can't tell you how I feel, but I do
Those things they say can't get to me, but they do
I don't see the sky as blue, as you do
Should I fantasize? There must be some way to love again

It's been so hard for a girl like me, it's true
People say I look just like my daddy, cause I do

All I really want is peace of mind

Why is everything so complicated?
Why is everyone so infatuated?
I gather myself safely
Until life on earth looks warm again

Everybody's leaving all the time
All I really want is peace of mind
Alabama Shakes

not mine

**
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