Every Little Movement.
why am i so rigid, my mind, my arms, my feet. i dont seem to move like others, they all flow like water in a river. for i think about every little movement, my mind works a thousand miles an hour. i wish to move like a leaf in the wind, i wish to be as elegant as a swan. but i cannot, for i think about every little movement.
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