My armor drags me down,
All bulk and weight,
Encumbering the escape.
Is my shell, flesh?
Are my shields proving to be,
The ball and chain that binds me?
If escape requires,
The relinquishing of these ties,
Then let me strip,
From the delicate core,
That which would hinder,
Naked Spirit's Escape.















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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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