by zandra
Before i can give myself i need to be made whole again. i need time to mend. You do not see this? It does not matter, for once again, you have ejected me.
My head bows in supplication as i drift away.
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| An Ode to a Friend by zandra |
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| First You cuffed me. Then You blindfolded me. i could not move. i could not see. But this was not enough for You. My submission must be complete...or not at all. i cannot give what i do not have to give. i am broken. i am torn. i am unworthy.
Before i can give myself i need to be made whole again. i need time to mend. You do not see this? It does not matter, for once again, you have ejected me. My head bows in supplication as i drift away. |
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