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Wireless (Cut The Cord)


I cut the cord and now I’m floating here

above the bloody mess that

used to be the thing they called me

not quite a person just me

 

I felt so free

free from all the things

that seem to suggest that

I am anything less than human

not worthy of respect or kindness

 

there was no color there

no concept of size

no concept of quantitative units

used to determine worth

 

For the first time I had worth

I was weightless

I was colorless

But I was dead but so free

and I was worth something

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