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it's suffocating my eyes aren't exposed to new sights my mind isn't exposed to new thoughts no new people everything the same every day so similar to the day before and the day before that and the day before that i could do it in my sleep my mind has no boundaries, it roams free from ocean to ocean, galaxy to galaxy, but my feet are stuck tracing the same steps i've seen a thousand times before when i step out and explore new territory, it isn't long before gravity does its work and i am forced back into the same routine im trapped by the comforter on my bed by the closed car windows by the classroom walls by the limitations that seem to push in tighter and tighter until i have nowhere to go but away away to where the beds don't have comforters because the grass is comfortable enough where the cars don't have windows because we walk everywhere we go where my education does not derive from a textbook, but from my adventures where i have no limitations where the chains that kept my feet on the ground have released me and my feet run as freely as my mind does
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
routine
it's suffocating my eyes aren't exposed to new sights my mind isn't exposed to new thoughts no new people everything the same every day so similar to the day before and the day before that and the day before that i could do it in my sleep my mind has no boundaries, it roams free from ocean to ocean, galaxy to galaxy, but my feet are stuck tracing the same steps i've seen a thousand times before when i step out and explore new territory, it isn't long before gravity does its work and i am forced back into the same routine im trapped by the comforter on my bed by the closed car windows by the classroom walls by the limitations that seem to push in tighter and tighter until i have nowhere to go but away away to where the beds don't have comforters because the grass is comfortable enough where the cars don't have windows because we walk everywhere we go where my education does not derive from a textbook, but from my adventures where i have no limitations where the chains that kept my feet on the ground have released me and my feet run as freely as my mind does
sara-correa
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
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