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I was thinking about you today,

A wonder-fied mist of all my mistakes.

I remember still: the words you say;

How you used them to keep me trapped in pain.

You were a restraint; I was always bound to your chains.

Always think before you act,

Never be spontaneous, you’d get in trouble for that.

I don’t hate you for the pain you’ve caused;

I never assumed, there had to be a get out clause.

Just never thought I’d become so exposed,

Go from someone nobody knows,

To a person filled with a hundred different pieces,

Made entirely of a patchwork soul.

N.T.J 10/10/2016 ©