somebody said we twist in our self made cages but that’s redundant, derivative and self-pitying. i disdain the idea of holding ourselves back. i was born here, in the dark and muck and i’ve held my arms to the sky until it rained blood down on us and washed clean. do you not feel the same way? i’m sorry for you because you want to feel sorry for yourself. what a miserable way to be, to think that existence is a prison created by your mind. your mind that is you. you are you and you choose to think that you’re choosing to cage yourself? what a freak.
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