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It is strange to move unburdened. Feet so light that with each step they shoot high up to the sky, Threatening to kick the teeth out, or rip my thighs' tendons, Restraint so foreign to them. Quite curious my hands feel released from the duty of holding me together. Consumed by bittersweet emptiness As they confusedly try to grasp something, anything to hold onto or at least the meaning of what "freedom" actually is. So please be patient as I stumble around in this awkward body. You see, the me this free wasn't here for growing up So I'm just beginning learning how to align feeling with being All Right
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
It is strange to move unburdened
It is strange to move unburdened. Feet so light that with each step they shoot high up to the sky, Threatening to kick the teeth out, or rip my thighs' tendons, Restraint so foreign to them. Quite curious my hands feel released from the duty of holding me together. Consumed by bittersweet emptiness As they confusedly try to grasp something, anything to hold onto or at least the meaning of what "freedom" actually is. So please be patient as I stumble around in this awkward body. You see, the me this free wasn't here for growing up So I'm just beginning learning how to align feeling with being All Right
BurningLilacs
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
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