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I stifle a cry. His words so meaningless, his love so empty. His figure clouded. We mostly communicate by putting finger to button. Feelings swim through the electronic device, Robbing it's esence. . .if it ever had any. I stifle a cry. His words so meaningless, his love so empty. His figure clouded. Tick-tock, tick-tock, time goes by, tick-tock, tick-tock no change. Oh how time mocks me, but still he doesn't change. My chain dangles on a chain from his bloody hand. The choice, the choice. . .my choice. Choose, choose, I have to choose. Will I forever listen to his meaningless words, his empty love, his true lies? Will I be chained, imprisoned. . .caged? My freedom flies away from me while his sinister grip tightens. Oh but dear, you are blind, blinded yourself to reality, to love. But I see, I see things you keep hidden. . .secrets, shhhh! Oh but dear you are naïve, but I am wise. I see things, I see things you can't. I stifle a cry. Your words so meaningl