I exist for you.
That's the saddest part. Not to be able to own my very will to do as I please.
And I'm shaking all the time, trembling, fearing its undo-able, wondering if its a lifelong state I should resign myself to.
I bury this. Hiding it. Folding it softly between the folds of old words. Part of me wants to be released and also part of me feels a sort of freedom from it. It doesn't make sense. There's a contradiction in it.
That's the saddest part. Not to be able to own my very will to do as I please.
And I'm shaking all the time, trembling, fearing its undo-able, wondering if its a lifelong state I should resign myself to.
I bury this. Hiding it. Folding it softly between the folds of old words. Part of me wants to be released and also part of me feels a sort of freedom from it. It doesn't make sense. There's a contradiction in it.
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