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Chains. Tightly wrapping around a sea of hope keep me at bay. Locks, Without key, or opening, Obscure my sight, Hinder my senses and drive me to Uncomfortable negligence, they contain me, Withholding my dearest from me, Torturing every passing thought, Blasting away my dear composure, Vanishing emotion away Into the crevices, Dark and brooding, that tame me; Crafty devices, leave me varnished in fool's gold. |
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