restraint is no match for a minced heart
i am bound by nothing except all of you
o to be tethered to your soul
i am no longer whole but a million pieces
spread me amongst the places i love
sprinkle parts of me amongst the trees and i will finally grow up
no longer am i able to fly unless you grant me wings
i am grounded

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