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Teeter

Running straight for the door.
The padlock has finally broken.
I am no longer a prisoner of myself.
The weights on my legs,
They weigh me down.
Inch by agonizing inch
I make my way.
Got stronger with each stride,
I'm no longer a coward.
I'm not afraid to fight.
There's an itch in my ear that begs me to stay.
Lingering in between.
Do I stay captive?
Will I run for freedom?
They say only the strongest survive,
Do I posses that strength?
Am I grasping on to empty hope?
Am I just filled with obligation?
I will teeter here in this frame.
The terror is I can't decide.
Only I am to blame,
Only I can choose.

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