my ears hear what others cannot hear.
small,faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me.
these senses are the fruits of a lifetime og longing.
longing th be rescued.to be completed.
just as the skirt needs the wind to billow.
i'm not formed by things that are of myself alone.
just as a flower does not choose its color.
wo are not responsible for what we have come to be.
only once you realize this do you become free and to become adult.
it to become free.

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