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42 · Aug 13
Still the kid
soulinwonder Aug 13
one day i wake up

i realized

my loving father no longer can

carry me like a princess

although i was still his princess

i saw

my father still holding my hand

but its wrinkled and shaking

i listen

to my mother still doing the morning pray

in the temple

but

with an puja thali

their was stick beside her standing like her best friend

but

still she called me

like she always did

i never felt like

i cannot be

my father chatterbox

my mother gossiper

my sister mischievous

bcs they never let me feel

i no longer can whine about food

i cannot throw tantrum for ice cream

i look left and right

up and down

but still i felt

same love

exact passion

and sense of security

they let me be free bird

exploring the world

but time has gone

i kept

learning

growing

but they were fading slowly

but surely

letting my hand go leaving me in this bizarre look world

where people want me to be cage

to let my soul be to black like

raven flock.
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