Breaking free from a harmful grip.
Ever fast. Your grip on me. Cold, calculating, cruel.
Shackled soul. Will struggle free. Must find help, a sharp tool.
Hammer down. Smashing hard, cold chains.
Freedom close, gasping for breath, now self-preservation reigns.
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