Penning my thoughts is the only way for me to get out of my mind's penitentiary. A penance, a form of repentance that I wish would come with no penalty.
The dispensary has no cure, but suspensory for this soul's penury.
As I depend so much on being independent, I was blinded by the fact that I am actually depending on you for my independence.
My esteem pendent as I carry all the memories of my past on my neck, in a form of a pendant.