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"Between Blessings and Bonds"

Sometimes, I feel like not going back,
A part of me longing to embrace the blessings I lack.
I yearn to open up, but this stubborn heart gets stuck,
A strange feeling inside, pulling me down like muck.

I want to break free, to let my spirit unwind,
Yet something holds me back, entwining my mind.
Caught in the struggle, between joy and retreat,
I'm tethered to the past, unable to feel complete :)

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