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50 Anchors
I have a want to think outside of the box
but cant seem to break through.
There's vague memories of whats out there,
but I still no clue what to do.
All my toils and strife
are endangering this life,
changing this wife.
The pain's as sharp as a knife.
I feel as if i am nothing but wreckage
being battered across the sea,
and my husbands 50 anchors
steadily drowning me.
How can i save us all
without cutting him free?
Why cant he be the sails
helping the wind carry me?
Why must he lie beneath
constantly dragging us down?
Why as soon as I come home
must I be branded with this frown?
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