I long to raise my hands in the air,
free,
without being dependent on the nylon chains.
- save me from myself
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
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I long to raise my hands in the air,
free,
without being dependent on the nylon chains.
- save me from myself
