1-19-23
We could work so well together. We're pretty, intelligent, and have opportunities. We can get along and discuss possibilities. We can dream.
Unfortunately, you have these chains that tightly grip your wrists. They prevent you from doing things; they prevent you from being your best. They also drive you insane, so you think bad things. You do bad things, some of which I can't forgive you for.
I stand where I want to stand and walk where I want to walk. Because of these chains, you can't reach me. We can't dream.
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Conversations I'll never have
PoetryI'm tired of writing my thoughts in my notes app