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Breaking the Clutch
Standing on my own two feet, without the clutch of your "support".
Free from the toxins you omitted into my air.
Breahting again.
Head on my shoulders.
Heart bleeding in my chest.
Brain on fire.
Exploring what it means to be separate of another person.
Learning to feel the earth under my body.
Finding the strength that was in me all along.
Exhiliration. Freedom. Release.
My legs get steadier by the day.
Watch me walk away, like a boss.