Hostage within my own mind,
Trying to move forwards,
But still looking behind.
Seeing but feeling blind.
Seeing ahead but see nothing,
Glancing back at my past,
I see it and begin running.
Being free but inside a cast.
Feeling the need to move ahead,
Needing escape from my destruction.
But though the journey I dread,
I must escape from my past's suction.
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