🤍Bound🤍

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When the mist of your false hope clears

All I see around are my worst fears

Waiting like demons from hell

To bind me up in a scary spell

The phase of time passes

While I shred like broken glasses

Shattering into a gazillion pieces

Which no one can mend together

When you fly like a feather

I search you as air

I think this isn't really fair

That I love you till the world gets still

And you don't even care if I'm the one you kill..

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