Wednesday, 30 July 2014

end

"Maybe I should ground you," she muttered.

I snorted. All these while you've already had  me grounded. You grounded my mind. Caged my thoughts. Dictated my actions. Restricted my thinking. Shackled my dreams.

Maybe I'll prepare a noose, to finally let my spirit roam free.

Then, I'll be able to rest my head. one. last. time.


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