The chain has been broken
The cuffs have fallen from my wrists
I look down on them with such disgust
As they have devoured a chunk of my soul
Where you should have been
The blood on my hands has been washed
After too long drying on my sore skin
I remember the loss with nausea
As I am ashamed of my escapism
Which I have denied all over again
I trace the scars with gentle fingertips
Knowing there will be no more
I declare myself changed inside
For now, I fail no longer
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