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Feb 2021
The string that tied us was always heavy
Hung from it was silver and gold
I watched you hug them tight like they were your treasure
But did you look at the one on the other side of that string?
I let you keep it, not sparing me a glance
And I watched you stretch that string
Until it broke
I had chosen you
But you had chosen silver and gold
So I pretended
Pretended we were still tied
The only thing that kept me in this pretense
Was the blood we both shared
Now that they've flown away
far from this misery and fakery I called marriage
It's time I step away
My heart has scattered enough gold
There's nothing holding me back.
Money's a scary thing.
Ram N Oodle
Written by
Ram N Oodle  F/NYC
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