Skin

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I feel trapped,

Disabled, if you will,

In my skin.

I wish to be a bodyless soul,

Letting the wind guide me,

Whipping around me,

I cannot escape my skin;

And I cannot escape my thoughts,

I wish not to be burdened by my body

A heavy weight that stops me from floating 

And keeps me firmly

On the ground.


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