every suffering eventually
turns into rebellion. always.
revolution of the mind.
the soul.
.
amusing to see the soul trying to
cleanse itself from all the shitstorms
it participated in. as instigator.
more of poison runs down my throat.
.
repositioned mental cage prevents sun
from burning my iris into
an unrecognizable mess of forbidden looks.
Stream of happymess 
Interesting.
Your words echo the thoughts of Marge Piercy’s ‘Breaking Out’.
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Thank you. Will definitely be looking into Breaking Out.
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