Fiera (di che?)

Just because this is the closest to antithesis of my normal self.
And just 'cause it oozes happiness in the midst of such confusion.
A proof of unexpected emancipation.
Eccomi.



and when your mind seems made up, there it is.
the smallest, slightest itch that tells you maybe you aren't quite sure.
you want to be done, but done is an adjective that cannot be brought about by sheer force of will.
(No right mind could wrong be this many times)

And it seems fatalistic to just stand here and keep taking it.
I am alarmed and I am surprised.
Over and over. Eyes wideshut, unopen.


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