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Those that need to escape make a fantasy of it. It comes in ways that appear so playful, yet they are the smoke of the fire that burns within.

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Escape is the led by the first glimmer of light in a world that has been in shadows for longer than memory and to have the courage it takes to reach for that unfamiliar promise of better days.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 30, 2020.
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I wasn't escaping you. I was escaping a stunted version of me that needed to grow. That new version of me could never be yours. I guess I was escaping an emotional space that had gotten too small, as if I was Alice suddenly growing larger, about to find her wonderland.

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I hear the sound of breaking glass, yet this time it is a music that vanishes deep scars; for I am the one escaping a prison invisible to others. Wounds heal as if my blood were liquid magic. Then I watch the shards shrink in moments as if the waters of the ages had weathered them to friendly gem-like pebbles, soft to my soles.

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If I could have been a grown up woman sooner instead of being stuck as a girl, I would have not felt the need for escape, for that is a sense of being in a cage. There was no cage. Perhaps, in this imaginary more mature version of myself, I'd have kept us together. Not from greater care. You had far more of that than a grown man should be entitled to. No. I should have taken better care of myself. I should have had better boundaries on what I could give and what I could not give. Most likely though, we'd simply have ended sooner. I guess, in hindsight, that would have been better. We both would have found our freedom to grow, to become the versions of ourselves our inner passions were pulling for.