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When I learned to break free I felt like Andy Dufresne crawling through a drain pipe, I came out clean on the other side. When I took my first breath of genuinely fresh air I inhaled it like gossip, like promises and secrets, I let all that relief pour out of me and I had nothing to hide. For so many years I hid behind misinformation, melancholy and gut-wrenching nervousness. I used to pick at my fingernails until my cuticles would bleed until I learned to wander…
I bloomed from a garden of clay and rubble, I was growth surrounded by debris, I became debris blowing through an alleyway, I was like you but never truly me. I became transition; I was the ticking turn-pike clock rounding 12! Passing 1! But when I got to 2, I stopped dead in my tracks. Maybe I was moving too fast, maybe I wasn't ready to move on quite yet, nevertheless, when I heard The Pop in '02 and again in 2010 my eardrums busted open like a floor tom with a worn out skin…
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