i am sitting on the sidewalk. eyes blurred from the rain that has fallen, droplets clouding up a windshield. the cement is like a blanket, but hard, more like petrified oatmeal. the open air to me, feels like a prison. a place where i am innocent, but everyone looks at me, knowing if i was that which i claimed, i would not be here, chained...
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