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It’s not like I am having a drought for words to write

More like, my mind has this visual of a blank white sheet

With so many words and drawings on it

It becomes all meaninglessly drenched with ink

With this visual, with this acknowledgement

Now I feel free

A question to ask and reflect

Is it worth more to actually have freedom or feel freedom?

I think feeling it is being

I don’t mean to say go fool yourself to

Accepting what’s unacceptable

Only saying they’re the same

Exterior notwithstanding