When she was 17 she realizedshe
When she was 17 she realized
she wanted to be free
and live a bohemian life
like on Tumblr
and old record covers.
She wanted the piercings
and the soundtrack
and the waves of rebellion
that she thought
would give her liberty.
She struggled to be different.
Unique.
She followed the formulas
and dressed the part.
Only to feel more trapped.
When she was 18 she realized
all freedom takes
is the act of letting go
and allowing yourself to change.
She realized she could do anything she chose
and wear anything she liked
and listen to anything that made her happy.
And none of that would change her freedom
because she hadn't realized
that freedom
is not a trend.
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