I am your victim.
Forgive me if I flail in captivity.
I know naught how to fight for my freedom.
Your shackles are my shroud.
I scream, I roar, I cry, I shiver, no way to unleash me.
I am buried in your mercy and I cannot to dig past this
moment.
All of my fears are so raw, so defined.
You leave me vulnerable waiting for my next command.
My confusion is so prevalent.
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