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This kind of pain is like having your heart tied in knots

and the blood only giving life to the butterflies in your stomach. 

It's like waking up hoping the dream you just had was a reality.

Only to have reality weigh you down like chains on the ankles of a dove. 

I wrapped myself in chains with the locks secure and I gave you the key.

But instead of unlocking me,

you walked away and said

"meh. I'll do it tomorrow".

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