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Binded by chains of my own making strapped to the floor with no key in sight I strain to fight give up fall down and throw down my crown hurtful words all around smashing into her face and I am yelling, your such a disgrace Crying yet willing to do nothing clench fists wishing I had the key I sit down and try to calm down irratated as if a clown was in my face I pace my breathing and see the key, wrapped in my hand

I am really irrated that my deviant ID is not working how I want it to. ON my old account it worked fine....Granted that was two years ago but still. Iam just irrated right now.