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It's such a relief to be Almost thirty And finally coming to grips with reality.. The other day someone asked me If I ever wished I could go back and be That same girl maybe twenty two, twenty three Itty bitty, baby faced cheese All swaggy and steez Wild and free The life of every party With an endless wardrobe and a pretty bangin' body Ha Sure, a body starved of self-validation maybe No, actually, a body literally starving Just to try and fit into an old pair of jeans I wasn't wild, I was reckless, lost I got my freedom at expensive costs The center of attention and yet always alone A man's arms were an easy place to call home With lampshade love you're only ever catching projections Of a need to overcome any feelings of rejection Not to mention The self-obsession With always needing their attention Complacency allows for sorry memory retention So the same mistakes become exceptions And history repeats itself in explanations Physical sens...

Inhale your strife, so dry and tight-mouthed, To exhale a triumph, sparking wildfire into every tendon Every sinewy circuit alive and loud Extending your branches wide and out towards "heaven" That's when I saw through the clouds, looking beyond and within... I saw true Light A spark of fight that was only learned on a stretch of endless nights I called my adolescence Sharpened my senses, and shed the pretenses of a town too cool for the extraordinary, Too weary of the curious mind of which they were not familiar, Questioning a life that was [and always will be] all, but linear For as I grow and progress, I must also die and digress Rise and fall again like running short of breath Yet still I breathe, [even amidst the dry heave] The thickness in the air is more than what I could conceive I remain an air warrior, a nomad and priest See my starving people crumbling to their feet No, I do not weep for them I celebrate with them in spiritual feast Blessed a...