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Betrayal by one who should always defend your honor without fail
respect you with loyalty in the absence; not create a personal hell
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My feet and legs are sore from walking for miles.
My thoughts are scattered as I wander all the while.
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Hanging from chains, my wrists bleeding and bruised I stare at bare feet, with tight manacles used.
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Horrendously deep are your emotional eyes understanding and empathic I realize
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Freedom is what they call having nothing left to lose
rather than face the reality that no one is truly free.
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As I sadly drift
towards the mist,
by DragonBlue
19 lines, 4 comments,
on Oct 2 11:52 PM
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