E X I T S I G N

Escape? From what?

From what you once called the perfect happiness, what you once never wanted to let go of?

From what you're commanded to be thankful for, the reason you're alive and secure, the reason people think you're perfect?

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Escape from the lies of truth, the illusions of reality; the wind down your chest that had you crying late night, breathing heavy or not at all when you were awake.

Escape from the stale air that's wrapped around your throat, that's kept your mind in chains and cages.

Escape from the visions of loveliness that people see in you, fair is not always beautiful.