Break Free

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Break free. Such a trivial thing. Is it possible to break free of the bounds overlapping my soul? It's like a drug. Once you start there's no end until it's over. These chains are my own lies, hate, mistakes; sins. I'm doing it to myself yet I can't stop now. I'm already drowning. What the point? There's no end, and the begging is far gone. I can feel myself retracting, but I don't mind the feeling. I welcome it.

~Rachel Schmit

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