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The Moment
I broke the chains
The ties that bind
I gained my freedom
The moment
I stopped
Caring
I lost the handcuffs
I lost my inhibitions
The moment
I stopped
Giving
A fuck
Fuck faith and hope
I fucked charity
The moment
I stopped
Giving
A shit
Oh blessed relief
Exquisite release
Release the millstone
Drop the act
Fuck em all
Just stop
Giving
At all
The ties that bind
I gained my freedom
The moment
I stopped
Caring
I lost the handcuffs
I lost my inhibitions
The moment
I stopped
Giving
A fuck
Fuck faith and hope
I fucked charity
The moment
I stopped
Giving
A shit
Oh blessed relief
Exquisite release
Release the millstone
Drop the act
Fuck em all
Just stop
Giving
At all
Published 29th Dec 2016
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29th Dec 2016 4:58pm
31st Dec 2016 3:50am
being cross is my cross to bare :-)
thank you so much for the read and the comment :-)
thank you so much for the read and the comment :-)
29th Dec 2016 11:35pm
31st Dec 2016 3:50am
30th Dec 2016 1:56am
Well I relate to your anger, felt that way many times. There is definitely freedom in not giving to those who are nothing but takers. I have to agree with that message.
31st Dec 2016 3:52am
I am kinda glad you can feel this poem :-)
thank you for reading and your comment :-)
thank you for reading and your comment :-)
30th Dec 2016 3:53am
31st Dec 2016 3:53am
sometimes lubrication is not so good, maybe there's some dry humour there :-)
30th Dec 2016 8:37pm
A very strong statement indeed .. someone recently told me to not give up hope ... yeah, okay, whatever ...
31st Dec 2016 3:54am
I usually find that the people who instruct me to have hope are those who do not need it :-)
