I'm a mess.
I have always been this way.
It was a secret kept from me.
I'm a wreck.
Nothing to see.
Maybe one day I will be free.
No more.
Still cling to hope.
To nooses and knots
To laughter
To dreams and to love.
To life in and out of the box.
To madness
To sadness
To joy.
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