i am always free

i saw a girl sitting on a booth with her head down feet planted firmly on the ground a smile on her face i saw a girl sitting on the booth holding on to something i cannot see my vision blurred by watery eyes i tried to breathe. i saw a girl on the booth laughing so carefree odd enough a voice beside her matches her glee i stood there before the frosted glass hands slack, shoulders down, praying my hands will not meet the thickened grass i stood there before them oddly thinking why why why why was i not welcome to their table. i stood there before them oddly thinking "i was always free" only to find out neither the booth nor the table was never meant to fit for three.

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