Free spirited.
Spirit lost in the years
When i revisited
They became so real.
The vulgarity of dressing
Putting up appearances
For I had put restrictions
Face first, falling in the den.
I don't like my exterior
As they eye my posterior
I don't know where to shift
Whether to send her the gift.
To be able to express me
The repressed me
The now depressed me.
And that is why the crisis
And the scream to be free.
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