freedom

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i often question who i am
and who i want to be

in 10years will i love the body that
i live in?
in 10 years will my fingers brush fondly along the smile lines
that grace my skin?

in 50 years will my skin shrink to make room for the life i have lived?
in 50 years will my chest finally burst at the seams.

oh to be set free!

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