Authentic
I am suffocating, drowning
beneath the needs, desires
and expectation of others.
Tossed upon me casually,
Like coats shed at Spring
So long has it been since I have breached
the surface, I have almost forgotten the person
who existed before the flood engulfed me.
For while I long for emancipatio n I fear it too.
Within my misery the lie has made itself comfortable
Woven itself into the...
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