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A Contradiction Inside


My heart was settled My legs were untethered The sense of thick-skinnedness lied in between the surfaces of these grounds. But I'm unbothered My electric current is strong shocking through my veins, fingers and toes, with all the energy within my feet and muscles commanding my nerve cell connected to my brain to hype up. I was okay, a little crazy jumping, blaring a little. My voice was loud enough, it's like a microphone connected to my box and when I shout, beware a glass might crack. It could either echo or be a ringtone in your head. It could be your sweetest dream or worst nightmare. I was stubborn I know what I want I can pull threads from clothes and tear from a piece to pieces with no part to spare just to get what I want. And sometimes we let our wants to fly, we procrastinate them like our childhood and teenage responsibilities. When that fleshy bird comes to ground, we let it stay there instead of filling our tummies, with the good food we have around here. I'm now impactful with wings constructed all over my back letting me fly up high to the unlimited sky. The sky is the limit, but there is no ceiling in the sky like a house. But beware gravity exists, We are in a world that hustles, whether you got the gold or not. I was on an elevator, preparing myself for a bigger chapter but falling off, I went on a cliff pushed down roughly to the ground seing trees down going up, while I go down. So maybe I'm in the middle now or going back high. There is a life full of opposites, but fake amnesia catches all of us in the midst. We progress and decelerate, seize victory or carry on defeat. We are still on our feet not driving, but surviving. Making rights compiled of wrongs, Its hard like sleeping on the street thinking it's cheap, you might burn, get wet or even freeze! That's a contradiction!
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