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It was not real, an illusion Hiding from beneath The threshold of those Lies that you told To make me believe The person whom I'm talking Is a hero of the olds Your kindness was bitter Spiteful, but bold It lacked so much leeway For comfort and soul Believed in being the freedom When it was tethers of cold As time passed by It ran out of fillers To conceal it's grimes From words that I uttered Consoling such ruse I stepped on it, yearning With my truth and yet you Your deception was forgiven Only in your mind All this time I have driven The wheels you brought out Unknowing, insane is brethren With your impurities of time
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Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
Tether
It was not real, an illusion Hiding from beneath The threshold of those Lies that you told To make me believe The person whom I'm talking Is a hero of the olds Your kindness was bitter Spiteful, but bold It lacked so much leeway For comfort and soul Believed in being the freedom When it was tethers of cold As time passed by It ran out of fillers To conceal it's grimes From words that I uttered Consoling such ruse I stepped on it, yearning With my truth and yet you Your deception was forgiven Only in your mind All this time I have driven The wheels you brought out Unknowing, insane is brethren With your impurities of time
Tether - a rope or chain with which something is tied to, to restrict its movement.
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Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
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