Trapped In a bottle Of little air And greater desolation Held down by paper chains And shackles of steely mentality Calling for important judgement Forfeit Something dear As time passes Disposed of eagerly To leave behind only restless memories Which awake from slumber Only to haunt me As ghosts from the past.
Reason for writing:
death
Birth sign: Leo
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