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Apr 2015
Deep thoughts packaged in pretty phrases.
My mind a hostage to fear.
A dark room filled withΒ Β stagnant thoughts.
Memories crouching in a corner
Stark
Painful reminders.

Hands like vices
****** to keep control.
Let it go. Let it go.

It's of my own creation
this cage in which I reside.
The door stands open
Waiting.
A way out
A way to let my mind soar
warmth of freedom.

Let it go. Let it flow
through me
fill my mind
my mouth full of the sweetness.

Rushing rushing
tumbling out.
here it is
here I am.

Untethered, unfettered
Free.
Sasha Geise
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Sasha Geise
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