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Apr 2015
I'll tell you what a prison is,
it's not a square rot cell.
Prison is others' definitions of you
and I'm living in that hell.

To not be is to be,
no matter what Shakespeare said.
If I keep living in this reality
my creative mind grow dead.

It's frightens the hell out of me
to imagine what I could see
If I did not look at
what everyone was telling me.

But what's more terrifying,
is to not. be. free.
The feeling you get when you realize that you seek the validation of others to validate your own life.
the spicy dandelion
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the spicy dandelion  New Jersey
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