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Sit in your field of hope and let a broken body experience wonders of freedom as you learn you actually yearn for the responsibility of their happiness.

Fantasy is alive and ready to inspire your hope, your future, with your burning desire to change the world.

Hear my resolve to follow through with my dreams, the ones you once shared but gave away when love was lost. I am not done. I am not alone.

Rule for others and shape your desires for them, denying any emotions that may interfere, because you all still remember, too clearly, the one before who let it all fall apart with heartbreak.

Question my appearance connected to memories I still can’t reach. Are they best left alone while I stare at a stranger, creating a new person but still wondering where they came from.

Leave the room you trapped yourself in to get stronger and breathe freedom, hoping you can now face what’s to come.

Add three cages to fit into a filled space, stuffing more in and resenting the pressure, too overwhelmed to appreciate their usefulness for the future.

Rearrange to the bottom at my calling and wait to see if I return, perhaps I’ll forget, or maybe it was never the plan to begin with, but I still asked it of you.

Grip onto the making and feel included, even if you’re really a hindrance. It’s all perception in the end.

Use my own skin to rub away your layers, peeling them to reveal a trusting person, a beautiful being, while my own self is exposed, just as raw and open for you to understand.