give myself permission to
breathe freely
live fearlessly
be happy
but of course
my body is
more prison
than flesh
it clutches me
captive
my cell full
of hatred
with no escape
and walls that
continuously
grow thicker
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
