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In my head I am free.
There isn’t a death axe swinging,
Bidding its time;

In my head,
I am not the Atlas of my world,
My young shoulders aren’t aching,
With the prospect of inevitable defeat

In my head
I am a toddler with a fountain on her head who believes in
the Tooth Fairy;
And rides a fluffy unicorn,
A nice supervillain won her at a fair.

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