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Saturday, 15 November 2014

These words shall set me free.

I'm treading upon thin ice. It's cold and i know I'm alone but i go on treading. Slowly. Gently. Carefully.Any abrupt movement could result in serious consequences, so I stop to catch my breathe and a sigh escapes my mouth. I close my eyes and stay there bent over;my fears escaping my mind.My breathing stabilizing. I regain my posture:back arched up,hands by my side and smile upon my fearless face.
 Yes,i'll speak with the words deemed inadequate,
And i'll exclaim them at the top of my lungs
I'm no longer limited
I'm free to let my thoughts take flight.
Alas, I am free.

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