Hope is your own enemy 

Cut my wings to ensure I’d stay. 
Light as a feather, feared the wind

would carry us away. 
Bound from the wrist to the ground. 
The weight of the chains finally 

bringing you down…

I drop to my knees. 
My hands desperately search again for the strength that I found… 

You wait for your captor 

to come back around.  

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