Cut off my wings,
And hold me down.
Take my soul and lock it up,
It's too unstable to be in my body.
I have no self control,
When it comes to giving my all to someone.
Even when they turn a blind eye.
I'm hopeless,
And God knows when I can finally be free.
Free of toxic people and this toxic world.
And I sure hope, it's sooner than later.
Epigrams
By The_Bulletwound
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