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I prioritise safety over freedom
It’s still so hard to grasp.
And it will always run like sand through my hands

After you
I experienced life from far
Who is the main character again?
Pulling up the boat out of the water?
Lost touch with my skin, my muscles, my appetite.

After you I felt poor and shaky.
You leaving me so small.
Left me with no alternative than to let go and to let go and to let go.

And to get up again.
And leave.