This is the part when I enjoy my life,
It seems as if a coin was flipped.
This is the part when I take over the script.
The moment that my narrative is not
In the hands of anyone else,
Not filled with proclamations
No longer defined by any
No longer bound to my bullsh*t
Cuz ya know, enough is enough.
This is.. well it WAS kinda tough.
This is the part where the dust has settled
And it’ll only blind me again
If I allow it to.
The part where my happiness is
Depicted by me,
No longer depreciated by any form of “you’s”
The part where I blossom again
The part where I fill joy being
Within my skin.
Visual/audio of “This is..” below
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