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A personal piece from mysef filled with metaphors as one can not ever actually tell the truth about certain things. 

I want to tell you. I want to tell the world. If only I could get this terrible weight out of my head, off my shoulders. Away! It is so heavy. Only I endure this terrible burden. Something few will understand. The wrong world. I am in the wrong world. Or have I been lost in the wrong world and stumbled my way into the correct world? But who is to say which world is correct. For in the wrong world there are many. We all endure this weight. But here it is not heavy, it is light. Here we fly free. I fly free, weightless! One can not fly forever. Tired. Flying so high, so intensely, amongst the flock. I must flap away continually to keep up and form the perfect V! So tired, I plummet to the ground. I wish I could tell you. I want to, I really do! For releasing this heavy load will free my shoulders and see me stand tall. Proud. Confident. Judgement. Judgments is all around. Like a shark cirling its prey, alone in the deep. The prey dared to be free, to be wild, to see the big, open, deep blue sea. And for that, it swims alone. Alone in the deep blue sea. If I could, I would. I promise you that! I want to. I really do. But as prey alone in the deep blue sea, I can not. For the moment I do. SNAP! Just like that, I am exposed. And quickly obliterated! So tired and weighted, I swim in the deep blue sea. As alone as I might feel, alone I am not. Circling is my stalker. And beyond. More like me. Prey. Victims. Sharks. Judgement. Release this burden from my shoulder,. Or, if not, provide me the strength to swim and survive! To ignore the threat of danger, and enjoy the deep blue sea. I want to tell you. I really do. I am sorry. Some secrets must be kept!

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