You questioned if I was content.
I would have explained,
but I was absent.
You pried until I would resent.
I would have complained,
but you wouldn't let me vent.
You considered me the central event.
You assumed I was entertained,
but I was absent.
You focused when I was innocent.
You could see that I was drained,
but you weren't sure what it meant.
You wondered why I was spent.
I would have said I felt chained,
but I was absent.
You thought my talent was abandonment.
I wanted to ask if you've ever felt restrained.
You wanted to know where I went,
but I was absent.
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