I crawl through a thorny trail,
Dragging my body along with only my soul,
Both have given up all hope,
Grief has taken toll.
Thinking about who I just lost,
Who I had to fight to be free,
This person who held me captive.
This person who wouldn't let me be me.
Scratches and gashes begin to bleed,
Leaving a trail of life behind,
Blood seeping from every wound,
Making me easier to find.
I continue to drag my dying body
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