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There is a monster lurking beneath this mind…



Entered through my senses.



It’s paws are holding my ideas,



Nails scratching my thoughts deeper.



Perceptions are poisoned, Concepts erased.



It’s deadly venom is slowly spreading…



Killing me softly.







I’m falling.



In the pit of confusion.



Is it me, or is it the world?



Is there something wrong with the world?



Or something’s wrong with me?







What’s wrong with…



Pure desire.



To make things better.



To lend a hand.



An ear.



heart and soul?



I’m Desperate.







A rebelled spirit.



Freed many times…



Empowered.



But still shouting on the inside.



FREE ME!!!



Release me from these cages.



Inside and out…



From this gnawing monster



Of knowing and ignorance…



Of self-determination and fear…



Of myself…you…and the world.







Why choose freedom?



Why do all these things?



I received life as a gift…



I choose my own story.



Why story?



Because whether you like it or not,



THERE WILL BE.







So free me.



And so I can…



Live at the moment,



Learn what is needed,



Share what is essential,



Do what must be done.