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Keys.

that keep me chained down,
keep me from breaking,
all the way inwards,
to the final collapse,
to the final end.

Locks.

Without keys,
not set free,
It's safe to say,
I grow more impatient,
And the beast inside,
Will destroy me.

Chains.

The chaos, the will,
The desire, and the hope,
Driving me mad,
And in the heat of struggle,
I think they shall weaken.

And break.

The only things that kept me,
My mind, my emotions,
From destroying,
From completely ending,
Shall become nothing.

If they aren't renewed.

Hidden away, kept out,
Don't speak, and it won't work,
These chains require feeling,
Feelings that won't renew,
Unless you speak.

And I find the key,
My key, that is,
To bypass those keys,
And break the chains,
And then my freedom,

To End.