Hooks in my back
Are shredding my flesh.
Stretching me in every direction.
Pulling my spirit through the holes.
Each time I try to fight,
I win back an inch,
Just to get yanked back—
With more pain than before.
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
Hooks in my back
Are shredding my flesh.
Stretching me in every direction.
Pulling my spirit through the holes.
Each time I try to fight,
I win back an inch,
Just to get yanked back—
With more pain than before.
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