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The Prison Inside

I used to occasionally have this irrational fear that someday I’d slip up and land in prison.

This fear is seriously laughable considering I can’t even remember ever jaywalking.

Keeping me in check, this fear kept me protected, quietly hidden in a prison built up inside.

Afraid to step over any line that was controversial, or on anyone’s beliefs, voiced or projected silently.

Sure that if a slight were perceived, I’d be struck down by a slap too hard for my heart to handle.

Having escaped, I now refuse to listen to fear, that fucking liar.