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Your Will

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I feel it tensing
Winding
Stringing
Tighter
And tighter
Until I can’t breathe anymore

This goddamn corset
I never asked to wear
Strapped to my body
A binding straitjacket
No way to escape
Your grasp

Lungs deflating
Ribs cracking
Fading under the weight of
Your will
Well fuck you
Let them break
I’d rather be shattered
Than held together
By hands
That aren't my own

About anxiety.