and i don't get it.
i need someone to explain this to me; someone to talk to about this
there are so many words that i wish to be free from and
yet i stay closed tighter than a safe with no code or brass key
this wall is not breaking and the air is running thin but
can i keep complaining and expect things to be different?
can anyone hear me? is someone there who understands
what it feels like to be a person inside an imaginary prison cell?
so many things i long to feel again, love, and completion.
i read it, write it, sing it, preach it, and yet i don't live by it.
i want to be on the other side of the line between mediocrity and significance.
the place where you are free and broken all at the same time.
i want to walk with a limp and be blessed by God.
i want to wrestle until either i or my environment is changed for the better.
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