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the melancholy of freedom
not confused, but conflicted
grasping for chains in place of inspiration
cant see a way out of the darkness, and
it takes us there away from lighter places
estranged from even our ability to live
how dirty does my yard appear from there
foundationless support doomed to fail
the story we tell ourselves to make it okay
keep everyone waiting for another day
that would be just fine if that day ever came
i never should have said something else
it'll never be a good time to face your ghosts
so they will haunt you as long as they can
this side over here has greener pastures, and
thank all your lucky stars for a challenge
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⸘jason alan‽
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This was so profound! Loved your poem!
Nice work.