spinning, twisting, fighting for freedom
looking, listening, longing for hope
i keep waiting to find somewhere i can go
to be me
running home, with the blood in my veins
wind in my hair, ridding the guilt
somethings telling me this is not my place to be
to be me
this body is mine, the way the skin on my bones
reaching and pulling my soul back and forth
from here to there, out then in
never know where to begin. being me.
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