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Sunday afternoon thoughts.

Why can’t I be free?
I wanna get in my car and drive.
I’ve spent one too many days in here alone.
“Cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and telll me when it rains, and ill find that rainbow above you, and shoot it through your veins.”
I wanna feel the colors, step out of black and white, and move into INTENCE reds, and drastic blues and greens.
I wanna meet jesus, if he is in fact real.
I wanna reach up to the sky, and have someone take my hand.
I want sugarcane in the easy morning.
I want to jump without falling off a cliff, no no scratch that, I want you to catch me.
I want this world to be less than a broken bone, because we are RARE .
and not ALL of us are orange.
If only, I could wake up.
Because there isn’t much you can do when you’re stuck.
In a hospital bed.

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