If i m composed of parts, a share belonging to family, a toast raised to peers, a portion soaked in love, some straight nerves devoted to duty , some human senses oozing compassion and charity , a subservient fear that tacitly agrees to irrational society, let me save n have a tiny little corner to myself, my space, my share, my part that i live for myself, where i' m just myself, and can be more of myself, without any fear, without any obligation, without any inhibitions, without any guilt,
where i can seek my god, my soul, myself, my bliss, divinity, and heaven, only this one part i beg, and swear by it where i can be with my soul, live whichever the way i want, smell the air, breathe life, taste freedom, and touch the contours of liberty.....
if its nostalgia let it be, if its ecstasy let it be, for whatever it is, its precious to me, so let me raise a toast to this one part of mine that lets me be what I'm and not what others want me to be!!
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