In your heart,
A picture you had,
To which I was a misfit,
I set you free.
I don’t deserve you;
You said,
I could not counter that,
I freed myself.
You thought I was too good,
To hold your hand,
I let go of yours,
I set us free.
I am choking in my freedom.
My freedom has limited my emotions
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