Free

And so I find myself.

Sitting here.

Not wishing.

Or hoping.

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And so I find myself.

Sitting here.

Thankful.

The yoke of oppression.

Removed from my neck.

And so I find myself.

Sitting here.

Breathing.

In.

Out.

And in again.

Free.

Free at last.

And ready.

Ready for something new.

I am Timi

โ€“ Sherrif Street, Dublin, 2nd October 2015 โ€“