Think Different

Think different. With my hands to my heart and my heart open wide, Think different. It’s the way I️ try but everything seems to coincide going side by side the only way I️ know to survive I️m trying, to think different. The proverbial box that once seemed so safe day by day hour by hour minute by minute squeezes the life out of me. But to be free, to be outside of the box I️ see different, hear different, feel different, talk different hell I️ even taste different. An entirely foreign world opening up its beauty allowing me to be different. Still be me but a me you may know differently. A different me Thinking differently. Hmmm I️ like the sound of that.

This poem is about: 
Me

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