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Heart 💓- bound in chains
Chains protecting it from heavenly sins.
Chains- made of strong emotions
Of fears, peer pressure , sexual abuse and vague restrictions.
Chains- stopping me from me from being in love or loving others.
Chains forcing me to curse my character.
Chains engulfing my creative adventures
Chains- leaving permanent scary marks.
Chains- not letting me feel vigorous.
Chains making impossible for me to be delirious.
Chains-forcing me to be in past- so horribly gorgeous.
Chains- slowly snatching my breath,
My ambitions, leaving nothing but scratch
Chains finally managed to enslave my heart
And made me and my soul forever apart.
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