Looking up,


Dark night air with rainbow colored Christmas lights, glaring against the white brick walls

Turn my head towards the sky, blocked in


Black metal bars staring down upon me like a prison cell, a prisoner within my own domain, trapped by my own lack of will

A partner incriminating me with her wicked glare and sharp eyes,




Trapping me in her web, and suffocating me with her toxicity


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