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Jun 2018
For all of my childhood
I had constricting rules
Rules that were supposed to hold me together
And keep me up right

But instead they bound me
Trapped me
And if I moved
I would fall over

When I losened it’s grip
Thought I broke free
Took a breath of fresh air
And stretched out my wings

She only wrapped them tighter
More chains added on
Cutting off my circulation
Suffocating me

Now that I have grown
The chains no longer fit
She realizes she has to let go
But not before she cuts my wings
Making me crawl on the floor
Begging for her help to lift me up
With her cold icy chains
Nina Nguyen
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