I wake up feeling suffocated, like someone is choking me with a pillow. I slowly open my eyes and all I see is dark. I try to move but my movement is constricted. I wiggle to make room but I bang my feet on a hard board. My breathing is labored and I can see the end for me. Slowly light dawns on me, I am trapped in a box. Should I count my last breaths or try to break free?
Ask yourself the same thing because you are also trapped in a box… a box of labels.
Labels 🤢
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Labels…
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These is deep. Love it..
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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Words Double
Edged Swords
Connecting
For Love
Or Just
The Start of
All Our Tools
Our CuLTuRaL
Clothes That
Come Not
Only to
Rule
Us But
Suffocate
Us In Prisons
Of Words As
Indeed
We
Become
The Label
The Clothes
Others Require
Us to Wear
From
Birth
The
Label
Of Culture
We Become
Free or Not🌊🎶
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Suffocate us in prisons of words… This says a lot
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Words Generally
First Cultural
Tools Built
For Dreams
And Nightmares True🔥
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This is so true. For a majority of people anyways. I wouldn’t say we’re only trapped in a box of labels though. We do create our own prisons within our mind but I wouldn’t limit it to “labels”.
I loved your post 😉
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts 😊 much appreciated
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only you know and sow
so
be who you wish to be
and deeply breath in yaself!
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🙂
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baby let them words do the walking and talking.
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Excellent. I felt this. Hard to get out of that box sometimes!
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Yes, it is hard but what’s important is to try!
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Agree. We should all do that, for sure!
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