Pull me,
Pull me again,
If you pull again maybe it’ll distract me,
It’ll distract me from the pulling my heart is doing,
The pulling from my body,
Pulling my soul,
And letting it crumble to pieces,
Letting the air I breathe out,
Out and in,
The sobs I choke in,
A pitiful attempt at resurrecting my dead spirit,
My nails scrape at my skin,
Like they did when I was anxiety ridden,
Before I knew what it was like to breathe without a chain,
Without a chain that almost killed me,
That almost killed my spirit,
Unbeknownst was that the chain was me,
The chain was me myself and I,
I was the chain that nearly let myself die

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