And I can focus on what is
Not what I want it to be
The illusion falls away
To present reality
And I am outside
Looking in
I am outside
Where a shining sun
Caresses skin
Where water falls
And birds fly
I am outside
I am naked
I am unashamed
I am vulnerable
I am unshackled
I am free.
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love this ❤ well done vonita! xx
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