Freedom has more than one name

It is a new country

My whole body and who I thought I was

The eyes with which I saw my face in the mirror

The name I called myself

That I was enslaved to

Was not necessary at all

And the emotions that reigned over my empty heart

Emotions like love and fear that I believed to be universal and human and inescapable

I easily exchanged for another

Not for something better or stronger

But for freedom itself

A game with no rules

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