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I am not the who, that you want me to be,
a servant to your whims and decree.
Hope and desires, that express who I am,
radiate growth, while you’re stuck in the sand.
Life dumped me here, awaiting change to take place,
to no avail, hollow promises slap against my face.
To bolt from this pit, I’ve yearned to start anew,
but then conceded, it’s to late to leave you.
Love and hate entwined, to create an intricate web.
Choking out light, redefining dread.
Exhausted, I submit, faced with a life fully known.
My heart, drained of dreams, turns to stone.
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