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locked in

i am bound by things that don’t break and yet i have broken that which binds me. i am free and dangerous. alone and awake, asleep for the better part of forever. you have come to me with a cure for pain and a cause for celebration. you will bind me in your body and hold me in your heart. you are the things i need; the handcuffs, the key.

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