The Freedom Of Scars
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black clouds are constant but freedom is rare - i am no longer content with growing let me stay a weed forever - but as a weed am i truly free? is existing lonely ever enough? - am i rooted to my personal ground forever? - or will my sapling self find me rooted in the backyard and carry me home to water? - a birthday poem about growing by me. happy 18 years, kid. i’m proud of you. - ?= @_portraitmami
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