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This, is a freedom story

about the loss of pain,

and desire,

and despair,

and about the discovery of hope,

In the language of letting go.

See-

I used to house demons

Inside my head at night,

I used to have question marks

Tattoed inside my heart,

and there were no mirrors,

Allowed around my space

Cause there was such fear of reflection,

And every worry had it's place.

Now I feel the wind

Blow straight through me

When I am walking home each day-

As though I've never heard an angry song

As though i've never had

a bad word to say,

And I have prayed that my china skin

Would come to it's thickening;

Instead I find myself softening.

Instead I find my mind forgiving,

And this,

This is my freedom story

This is a story about the loss of pain,

This is a story about desire,

And how i'll never,

Be the same.