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he put a chain around my neck that night like a dog
here's a treat!

the chain tightens my throat
i cant breathe
you're hurting me

he takes me down a path where the scenery was whimsical
bright and crisp
like a dissociative trip

then the path
it gets darker
and darker

it stunk of dread and regret
what an awful stench

i tried to breathe
let me go
let me go

c.r.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 13, 2022 ⏰

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