Long Gone
My heart is my own no matter
How hard you beg for it.
It is locked with chains and
Shadowed by distance.
I gave it away once,
Never realizing it was slowly disintegrating
in the hold of its captor.
This does not mean you are not good enough…
You were just too late.
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