My ears hear what others cannot hear
My intuition is stronger but someone got mad at me when they got caught
"I win."
I said to myself
Small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me
These sense are the fruits of a lifetime of longing
longing to be rescued
to be completed
this is me
just a flower does not choose its color
we are not responsible for what we have come to be
only once you become free
and to be come young-adult is to be come liberated
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Fata viam invenient
- Author: NAH (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 1st, 2023 10:52
- Category: Unclassified
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