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Emancipation – My Soul

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It was either the scissors or the bottle of bleach.

I chose the scissors and it turned into a form of liberation. An emancipation day significant freedom.

It was more than letting the hair go but a shedding of the shackled weight, which was slowly suffocating.

My nostrils of life are slowly allowing in oxygen. Thumbelina is pushing through.

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