Freedom.
Freedom is not everlasting,
Nor is it eternal.
It is like falling through the air.
No matter how high up you are in the beginning,
It will always end.
For every second you lie seemingly suspended in the air,
The ground gets closer and closer.
Till all you have left is a second.
Then you hit the ground and everything you've ever known crumbles around you.
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Drowning
PoetryBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
