The ties that bind dig into my skin. They coil and trap me in their bonds, rubbing roughly against me, cutting into my flesh, slicing off peices of my soul. They crush my bones and contort my body.
They trap me, holding me down.
Who placed them on me? Who wrapped me up in these infernal bonds, these callous chains.
It was her...
It was him!
It was them~~
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Confessions of the soul-Part one
PoetryConfessions of the soul, wanderings of the mind.
