the locks that bind my heart are unwavering. They are rusted and heavy. I dreamed of a man with a key. But I got one with an axe.
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The haunting
Poetry☆ the feeling of losing one's self to the person they were created to be ☆
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the locks that bind my heart are unwavering. They are rusted and heavy. I dreamed of a man with a key. But I got one with an axe.
