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Mar 2017
You took away all the tools
to allow me to fix us

I'm sitting here with my hands tied behind my back
waiting for you to release them
So I can reach you.
So I can hold you.

So I can tell you how sorry I am.

Please release me.
Noelle M Eithun
Written by
Noelle M Eithun  Warrensburg, MO
(Warrensburg, MO)   
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