There are parts of me I wish to cut loose
Those parts that question purpose, worth and direction
That follow me every where.
Sometimes I manage to shake them loose and let them fly.
To my great relief and probably theirs.
But no worries,
I’ll manage to harness them and put them back in line,
Or they always manage to find their way back to me,
I’m not sure which it is.
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