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I am free, Mama!

I tried Mama.
I tried my best to be good to other people
But they weren’t good to me
I have been hurt in so many places

I am tired, Mama
Tired of pretending to be someone
That can fit in their tiny little minds
They will never see me as their own

I was scared, Mama
I was scared for a long time
But then one day it all faded like a dream
I never belonged here

I am the tree, Mama
I am the wind that wiped off your tear
I am the water that flows in your veins
When all the blood bleeds away

I am free, Mama
They never could bind me in chains
I am out exploring this wide world
Do not search for me, Mama

I am cozily tucked in right between your lungs.


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