Ease: A poem

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I want Ease

To not let those voices matter.

Why should they matter?

Chances are they aren’t even real.

Then why do you let them dictate 

how you move

       how you talk

        how you act

Us humans, we care too much 

about what others think,

that we can’t think for ourselves

It’s ironic 

how all we want is something real

and yet we’re too afraid to give it.

 

 

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