She ran through the alley wondering how far her legs could take her. This was the place through which she needed to find her freedom.
She would run, hide behind blue crates, and pretend to shop. She had waited decades for this. No way she could waste this opportunity. Freedom from it all was within reach. She could smell it.
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psychologistmimi 
It’s True
The Only
Real Place We Find
Freedom And Happiness
Is Within
The Rest All
The Time, Distance,
Space, And Matter is
Illusion
By God
Now Even
Science Agrees
With Invisible
God We All Only
Feel And Sense Real
Either In DarK Thru
LiGHT
Colors
OF iT
All We
Create Heaven
As Simple As
The Feeling
Sense
Of A Free Naked
Dance Free As
Feathers With
Wings of
Air
Yes Spirit
Wind We
Color Within
Yet Don’t Ask
me How These
Are
Only
Shells
On A Beach
Without “The See Life”🌊🎼
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I particularly like this one. It draws me in and makes me wonder at the fear, pain, and hope in the back story implicit in the words.
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