Chains

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Unshackle me please,

From the woman I've become.

I want to be free,

I don't want to be here.

And I can't change myself.

I must leave here,

And never return.

There's no point,

Not with people like this in the world.

I can't write poems,

I can't run the marathon,

I can't do maths,

All the things I used to love.

Hurting you was hard,

But I had to leave.

My tears are now yours

But that's what I needed 

In order to be free.

I'm sorry,

My selfishness drove me crazy,

To the point of death

And self destruction.

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5/4/15

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