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Distant
I’m not over or above. I’m just far away.
I see a hand reaching for me, but this pain keeps me too far away.
If I yell, I only disturb myself even more. My voice can not be heard from where I’m stored.
When I feel light, I can float to the shore.
They only glance & see the resemblance of me.
Never noticing how far I’ve went & how much I’ve changed.
Being trapped would be a pleasantry.
I am free inside of me, to find everything single the wrong with me. To find everything thing that frightens me.
I see a hand reaching for me, but this pain keeps me too far away.
If I yell, I only disturb myself even more. My voice can not be heard from where I’m stored.
When I feel light, I can float to the shore.
They only glance & see the resemblance of me.
Never noticing how far I’ve went & how much I’ve changed.
Being trapped would be a pleasantry.
I am free inside of me, to find everything single the wrong with me. To find everything thing that frightens me.
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