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Poetry story--You are my sky. The only sky. The sky stretches far and wide. You cover me up, make me feel at home. I am home. You are my sky.

Free

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by yesitstess1112436774

by yesitstess1112436774

I used to feel

So free and open.

I didn't care

What I looked like.

But now

Everyday

I worry about

How I look.

And you told me

Not to.

But I can't help

But not feel free.

I'm in a prison

Of broken chains.

The other prisoners

Spit and laugh

At me.

But they are in prison,

They are at home,

Just like me.