This Is NOT a cry for help, this is a cry for Freedom
I wish I had lights floating around my head
Like the fish at the bottom of the ocean.
The most hideous creatures always hide
The most beautiful miracles…
At least then I would be able to see
The road ahead of me
And the dark would leave the
movement of my feet.
Living in the unknown:
The only unseen burn to the third degree.
Set me free.
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