I'm Fearless...
Can't you see?
Unaffected.
Unambiguously untied, from your bullshit.
"Goodbye", former, self.
Released, finally!
No more, psychological captivity.
No longer, persuaded, by guilt, by pain, by anger, by him, by her.
By you.
By society.
By false.
Bi? True.
By old...
by new.
I am no longer a prisoner...
of this;
or that.
Just, me.
It's plain.
It's peace.
Insane.
To love, it's lies.
It's hate.
It's fake.
It's you.
It's gone...
it's dead.
Inside... [it bleeds] all red.
And no one, tries.
To make, it right.
Don't cry.
“Don’t cry✏
Be fearless.” 📝
Ice cold…✏
In their eyes.📝
🌸☮🌻
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©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
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