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Apr 2021
I am blind, but I'm realizing
If I open my eyes, I can see what this is becoming. The truth is hidden and nobody is caring, the chains are tightening on the honest tiring hearts, the chains are locked now, but they are keeping us apart.

Chains, the invisible brackets of impartial truth, no one wants you to just be you, in the eyes of a lie. Chains didn't Jesus die on the cross to take that pain, of being locked in a prison or shamed away, the good are kept from view.

I have a voice, everybody has a choice. Why do we hesitate, to do the next right thing? Peace and happiness are no longer what others are desiring, they're in contentment putting the chains on their wrists, restraining themselves.

We're all scared to lift our hands, to take a stand. I am with God and he walks the earth, he is saving me from all your suffocating chains.

Chains, I lift my hands to break free, his word continues to change me, I'll keep believing. Chains, I've never been afraid of what I have to say, let me help you if you want to know the truth.

Pain is not your destiny, one more person lift your hands and break the chains.
Tessa Graves
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Tessa Graves  22/F/MI
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