Anything to free me. To shatter these shackles.
Anything to unbind my wounds from my skin.
Anything to free me. To slice the rope that keeps me.
Anything to feel again.
Anything to free me. To set the soul to rest.
Anything to wash away the burn within.
Anything. Just anything.
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments1
I know that feeling sometimes. Nice job.
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