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I am more free now than I've ever been. Money, time, the horizon stretches out. But. If I had wings, It would feel like they were set on fire. More than clipped. I'm not thrashing. Like A cut bird would be. I'm frozen here. The air is bubbling and I can't breathe. There's barely bone left to walk on. I could maybe stumble. Get a job Daze through workdays. But my head is frozen. Thwacks from Bats. Shrieking cracks coming through. I can't think Everything is so Blurry. The thwacks aren't rescuers. They're not breaking me out . They're Waves crashing on me. Adding to the Ice. Every piece of mail, "Have not met our Academic Standards." And I am deeper in the sea. They're so many whistles to go up. Friendly porpoises saying I can still go Up. But the waves are pulling me Down
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
I can sea.
I am more free now than I've ever been. Money, time, the horizon stretches out. But. If I had wings, It would feel like they were set on fire. More than clipped. I'm not thrashing. Like A cut bird would be. I'm frozen here. The air is bubbling and I can't breathe. There's barely bone left to walk on. I could maybe stumble. Get a job Daze through workdays. But my head is frozen. Thwacks from Bats. Shrieking cracks coming through. I can't think Everything is so Blurry. The thwacks aren't rescuers. They're not breaking me out . They're Waves crashing on me. Adding to the Ice. Every piece of mail, "Have not met our Academic Standards." And I am deeper in the sea. They're so many whistles to go up. Friendly porpoises saying I can still go Up. But the waves are pulling me Down
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
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