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Jun 2017
This seat is more than a chair.
This pen more than just ink.
This journal more than just paper.
This moment more than just added minutes.

Now, this is escape.
This is lifeline.
This is unmasked creature.
This is shattered wall.

When thoughts are more like rafts, and words more like parachutes.

These habits more like the muscles that pump by heart.

I am me.
I am myself.

I am not job.
I am not obligation.
I am not never ending stream of unfulfilled thoughts.

I am this very moment.

This moment and I are one in the same.

This is my most authentic self.
Written by
Leila Whitney  18/F/California
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