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Aug 24
No matter the distance I go to deny the love I have for you,
with every step I take the rope tightens,
the more control you have over me as it draws me in,
we were detained to be,
so I guess I'll admit,
you make me feel alive,
I have issues when you're not here,
although I'll never admit it out loud,
I'll admit it here,
I'll always go back to the other end of the rope.
Written by
DebbyDebutaunt  15/Gender Fluid/PA
(15/Gender Fluid/PA)   
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