It blows you hard in every direction. You want to escape. It blows you back into your cage. You sink internally in despair, you reach out with electrical strands that pull as hard as that wind. You are trapped as is the other party. Trapped in a real tragedy. You know freedom will come, but at what cost? Will freedom come in the grave. If you are brave, and can endure the sting, the shakeout, and spilled entrails you should go. Save yourself before it traps you any longer. Freedom is worth enduring this feat. I know, because it used to be me. No more pain, except in my heart remembering all the time, and experiences I lost out on.
So be brave, and face the winds.
We are poisoned from beyond day one. Poisoned souls turn into poison bodies. We learn young how to continue the poison. They teach us what is good for us is bad for us. Finally confronted they try to turn it around, and sell us poison with deceptive labels. Time to time these facts make me lose my mind.
There is no escape. So let's stay poised while we are poisoned...
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