Unfunctional, treadmilled, and footbound. Why do i bother with structure when there's no foundation? These shackles. they are not mine anymore. I want mine back. They are strapped on so much better. They didn't scratch or cut. I would rather draw my own blood than be trampled on. This could be truth. This could be my truth. Patience to impatience. All consuming.
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