Before the pain
Before the hard strain
I was a free spirit
No cage could cage me
A wild, lustrous mix of
introvert vs
extrovert
Just a free girl
There were no chains
No echoing
droning
symphonic
strains
Before the depression
Before the self repression
I flew above the thunder clouds
Naked
Without the funereal shrouds
Love did not have one definition
It was visceral
No simple replication
And honey
I loved
without
suffocation
And here I sit
Hand in hand
With that girl so grand
A better balance of the two
dancing in the sand
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