You have me in a choke hold.
I struggle to breathe freely.
You are a pillow full of feathers and a brick wall.
All squishy and hard, all at once.
You are the possessor of so much wisdom and behave like a child.
You know me better and misunderstand me, on a greater scale than any other.
I was an open book and an enigma to you.
You are my roots and wings, all while you cling to a past that once asphyxiated me.
I rip myself from your grasp and return starving for your approval.
You are leaving, little by little and it is as if I am no longer tethered to the Earth....
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