Missing freedom
missing life.
Knowing you are not part of the world but gazing up at it through
the links that bind you that bind your stories to
your mind that bind them so tight they cannot escape through
your lips and no one knows you have nothing anymore but
that which has kept you company for so many nights nursing bit by bit
your dirty habits and your rusted skeletons fleeing through
the bars that keep your heart from
caving in onto itself and bleeding from
the depth of the arms that
you believe will loosen their hold
by hurting them over and
over.
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