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May 2017
Bound
**** me now for I'm bound to someone,
not myself.
I wish him joy even when sorrow,
finds me.
One day I'll leave and let that piece bound,
to me, die.
And I'll finally be able to say,
goodbye.
Written by
Emily  Canada
(Canada)   
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