Another moment without you.
Here’s to me
The life I had when I was free.
Not chained to your invisible cell, I was kept in only allowed to venture in spurts and then pulled back in to feel the hurt.
I’ve been feeling light and heavy all day,
the freedom feels like an explosion of highs on every type you can find.
I don’t know when the feeling will subside, but I know it won’t be this turbulent
the next ride.
Who knows the passenger I choose to sit next too?
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