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This collar
around my neck,
by which you drag me,
has grown ever heavier.

Yet still I choose
to wear it for you.
All that is said
is never done
All my thoughts stashed upon the highest shelf, and
my dreams of you confined for I'm scared to fly
My biggest trait is both my light and dark
All that is said
is never done
carelessly with care
I've cut off my oxygen and removed my wings
All that is me
Is but a dream
I've become a puppet in a box scared to breathe
you inspire much more than you know
and its a fact
it might not be all roses and chocolate
Keep reading, it gets better.














Told you.
.
People who fight
their battles alone
either lose the battle
or lose themselves.
How do you even fight
A battle that's in yourself?
To answer: It's impossible
I know
I'm giving up
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