Breaking

The words won’t come out right,
the chains still pull at me tight.
But still I stand tall,
there’s no begging on my knees.

I know how to take my own fall.
There’s nothing left to repair,
no need to clean up for.
The mess is all inside us,
Deeper we dig, we find no air.

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