there’d be no puzzle if there were no pieces.
i am falling,
falling to pieces.
Sentence by sentence,
A chain coils around my heart.
Locking me up,
in a stone cold home.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
The chains won’t go away.
They’re here forever now.
They’re here to stay,
like the scars hidden deep within my eyes.
Something no one can see,
except me.
Sentence by sentence,
I’m building a bridge to distance myself.
Sentence by sentence,
I am locking myself in jail.

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