Living in an elastic case of emotions, looking out often,
hoping to cut a way through them.
Liking to think of the freedom when they have been gone
through and eliminated from life.
Covering intellect like a blanket at times, clouding
reality with a distant past of yesterday's reminders.
Encased only in the mind and heart, prying often, trying
to get them away.
Often just thinking of the future when they will no longer
be needing to hide within.
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