Shackled
Will I still hurt,
if I pealed myself
from the blinding darkness?
So many loved,
never to be shown.
All love buried,
neath hates cobbled stone.
Will i still be me,
if i released the pain
I'm forced to harness?
Always alone,
yearning for intimacy.
Isolation be preferred,
damned by internal hypocrisy.
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