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Nov 2013
I'm stuck here.
I'm gonna die here.
I've moved so little that the shadows are printed on my skin where the sun can't burn.

I'm trying to move.
I have plans to move.
I'm doing everything in my power to move.
I'm giving everything I have, everything I am, risking everything except for my heart hope and soul just to move.

But I can't move.

I swear when I move I'm gonna move in ways nobody has ever seen before. I'm gonna move so fast, I'll pick up everybody else who's like me; Who wants nothing more than to move but just can't seem to figure out how.

Nothings gonna stop me when I move.
Not because I'll move so fiercely but because I'll move with so much grace and I'll help so many others move that people won't want to stop me.

They'll say, "let him move, its better for everyone if he moves. Things have improved, since he moved."

A lot of people when they move they go straight to the buffet, stepping on people, not really caring where they step and then they eat all of the food.

They eat so much more than they need and it only makes us want to move all the more.

They love that we can't move, if we all could move they wouldn't have abundance, we'd all be just right.

I don't wanna be like them, I wanna move everyone.

I'm gonna move the world.

I wish I could move.

But I can't move.
*breathe
Duck
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