Familiarity is turning into
Mundanity -I know that isn't a real word-
I have not grown into
An exact replica of you-
The pieces of me I have not let you seen
Are the ones you do not understand
That ones that are making me.
My faux freedom has kept my chained.
Contemplating relocation~
Maybe where there is a lone star
Or beaches I have never seen~
Anyplace
I can spread my wet~crumpled wings
Whether they belong to
Butterflies, birds, or dragons
................
I do not believe
I should apologize
For becoming ME
Birth sign: Gemini
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