# finding your mood

Trying to get in
Where
You are told
To fit in
Allowed to
Imagine 
A weave or
Fake body parts
As a way to swim
The sea
Yet the artificial 
Nature
Seems to hate you
And you long
To rise
And feel the freshest 
Sky

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