ON BEING FREE

Knowing that I am always
completely and utterly alone has,
in the past,
made me wail until my body shook,
cling until I choked things out of my existence
and crumble to my knees in surrender.
 
Now, after much fine-tuning,
elaborate analysis
and complete and genuine acceptance:
it feels like freedom.
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