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May 17
The master has me on her leash
She leaves my head with ache and guilt
I lack any kind of peace
In seconds she brings down all I built
She teases with her departure and  lets me think I'm free,
But comes back never letting me be,
Then rewards me with pints of joy never to the brim,
She's sure to leave some to the dreams,
Like glue she sticks to my thoughts,
Grins at instances I fought and leaves me there to rot,
The master knows she's strong ,got me humming to her songs,
Her weakness is my hope,the scissors to her rope,
One day she knows I'll get up and forever go.
Written by
Waynepatrick  19/M
       CLARYT, ---, BR Dragos and Moonicorn
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