Freedom
There was always something inside
longing to be let out,
A prisoner, confined behind a ribcage
A voice silenced
keeping close everything pushed down deep.
Speak!
Release.
Freedom found through ink,
flowing like oil struck
Inhibitions obliterated
No longer a prisoner
No longer silenced
I will be heard
Even if I'm just listening to myself
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