I was freed
from the room I lived in
and the state of mind
I loathed.
I was freed from my chains
from my brain, from abuse.
I was freed and went out
celebrating, grey sweater
black pants, in the crowd
of colorful people
with souls like black holes.
But the city is mine
Yes, the city is mine too,
it's big enough for me and you,
you get the churches
I get the beaches,
you avoid me
And I avoid you.
Nov 10, 2022
Nov 10, 2022 at 7:40 AM UTC
I was freed
from the room I lived in
and the state of mind
I loathed.
I was freed from my chains
from my brain, from abuse.
I was freed and went out
celebrating, grey sweater
black pants, in the crowd
of colorful people
with souls like black holes.
But the city is mine
Yes, the city is mine too,
it's big enough for me and you,
you get the churches
I get the beaches,
you avoid me
And I avoid you.
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