Look at your wrists and cry, you feel the chain
But you don’t see it, you feel the weight
That slowly hunches you and stop.
You hit the bottom of the void and sleep.
The dream envelopes you, and holds you tight,
No room, no molecules of freedom,
You bring yourself so close that you just melt,
In words, in worlds.
Don’t cry that you have lost yourself,
Your self was never yours.

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