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i am slave again,
i felt it as they started tightening their grip around me.
crazy how the pressure arises
when either all
or absolutely nothing.
sad is waaaaay past sad now
sad is all.
the want never left
i never taught it how to walk away,
it grew,
climbed my weak and bruised
surrounded me with envy
and complaints.
the bits i bit and swallowed,
implanted where my acids melt;
they grew,
a seed i thought i spat out but turns out
i just watered
.
i am but a trespasser or this place
that doesn't need me in its needing me
,
if i could've just observed instead
it wouldn't hurt at all.
if i hadn't been restrained
there would've been no need to struggle
but
if the tub had been an ocean i would've drowned.