You have a chain.
You always hold it.
Not knowing why you can't get did of it.
It's a simple broken bike chain.
But mabey you police the way it feels in your hands.
The heavy lock swimming on the end.
With you about to hurt someone with it.
But who knows.
Mabey you just like the coldness of the metal against your skin.
How ever you like it.
It hates you.
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