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Spoken word is

Spoken word is the only thing that drives me to the breaking point because all the words, all the feelings that are trapped inside my soul are somehow released into the air and linger around for people to breathe in suddenly, it is not as hard as I usually feel like it is to be connected to people we are all moved by the same poets who dare to come up on stage and bare their feelings it drives me mad That only in that specific place can I become who I wish to be It is hard to blend in with the people whose soul are not rooted in their bodies as deeply as others and to think they never wonder about things like why whales have no ears but can listen to their partner across thousands of miles and how bumblebees are impossible and yet wander the Earth like nothing is wrong. I wonder if it’s easier to stay rooted to the earth with little thoughts that never make you want to touch the sky rather than be weighed down by feelings and too heavy to fly no matter how hard you try to leave.
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