Silent teardrops
I have been held hostage.
Behind the bars.
Of time and words.
Words that have never
been mine to begin with,
yet which grew into me
like an unclippen nail.
I could bend the steel,
but not this spell I’m under.
In contrary to me,
it seems to be unbroken.
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