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Apr 2019
My feet are above the ground,
Like a rocket ship with nothing in the way,
I take off,
And I keep going.
I just keep going...

No longer restricted by the confounds of flesh,
By birth and by death.
I leave behind who I was, and now Iā€™m I am.
I am not my name.
I am just I am.
MisfitOfSociety
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MisfitOfSociety  18/M/South Africa
(18/M/South Africa)   
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   Ken Pepiton
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