I feel like a snake that is shedding its skin. I have let people get "under my skin" for so long so now, begone with you. I can feel the tightness of that lingering oppression start to loosen. I am not going to hold on to those people that have been against me for so long. I want to feel life, feel the passing breeze on my cheek that caresses me as that of my love. I choose to shed this ill-fitting skin and all the nastiness that lies underneath.
"I am the master of my fate;I am the captain of my soul."
-- William Ernest Henley
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