The chains that I thought bound us.
Are just in my head.
You see no chains.
You see nothing to bind us.
As much as it hurts to admit it.
The past can't be re written.
And thing won't go back to before.
I can't change fate.
And my fate is at a crossroads.
The littlest of things effect me in big ways.
And I'm quite ashamed of this flaw.
But I'm not ashamed of how little time is.
Paths can recross.
But these chains that I believed in.
Can never rebind.
Because they were never bound to begin with.
Hope? A myth.
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