We are trapped.
We are trapped souls. Trapped in our own minds and bodies.
Do you ever feel like you could fly but you have no wings? Do you ever feel like you want to rip off your skin to show the world how you really look? We are trapped.
We are trapped and screaming for help. We are trapped, but noone can hear us.
Only thing we can do is add some ink and colour to our skins. And thats ok. That's how we grow wings, how we show, who we really are. Only way to make this body feel at least a bit like home, not prison.
After all we are just trapped souls waiting, until we are released.
We are trapped souls. Trapped in our own minds and bodies.
Do you ever feel like you could fly but you have no wings? Do you ever feel like you want to rip off your skin to show the world how you really look? We are trapped.
We are trapped and screaming for help. We are trapped, but noone can hear us.
Only thing we can do is add some ink and colour to our skins. And thats ok. That's how we grow wings, how we show, who we really are. Only way to make this body feel at least a bit like home, not prison.
After all we are just trapped souls waiting, until we are released.
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