SHACKLES ON ME

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Heavy metal touches my skin

With the mix of sweat and blood

So heavy that I barely move

With the heavy chains

Pulling me back

Aside the feeling of torture

The heaviness of the shackles

Made stumble down many times

Due to being too tired to walk

With them wrapping

On my wrist and ankles

Don't forget a big one

On my neck!

A prisoner for life

Living in misery

Instead of luxury

Letting life decide my fate today

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