Chains
This shaking in my bones
will never cease
I quiver with fear,
the fear of the unknown.
What will become of me
if I were to think the truth.
To let myself be free,
at least in my mind.
I am in chains.
Invisible, they keep me under
bubbles form, but never burst.
Will the truth really set me free?
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