I Wish I knew What It feels like

That feeling like you’re suppressing an ocean, navigating boundaries, intolerance, relationship, the life of living … it’s a rich time too to disturb the delicate balance that silence maintains.

…listening to Nina Simone shine while I lay it down.

I wish I knew what it feels like

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