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I'm Bound by the chains of this world

I'm not a free person

I follow all the trends

Starbucks is my savior

I don't know which is wrose me or them

I am a prep to the 100 degree

No one sees the real me

I'm in here somewhere

Somewhere behind the mess of a person I've become

Somewhere where no one not even I can see

Where is me?

Am I the person who is staring me back in the mirror

Or the person that I've dreamt about all these years?

I've tried so hard to heal, but I still have open wounds

Visuable to only me, ones no one knows about

It's me I'm trying to heal, not you

So why do I keep ignoring my problems

And keep trying to solve yours

I've never been free to me

I'm bound to these chains

Chains of heartbreak and strife

So where did I go?

I'm trying to find the me in world

But I can't find it

I guess I will keep searching

My thoughts

My Prayers

and my self to find him again

Till then I'm bound to the world of strife