Freedom,
shall seep within my skin.
Such,
shall be each second,
of my existence.
Be me,
not a dating being.
Not,
this entity which seeks,
externally.
Be me,
nothing but,
free.
Oh,
wonder I do,
of thee.
Of,
these beings,
constantly seeking,
a being.
Constantly,
seeking a woman.
Constantly,
seeking to essentially be,
ruined.
For,
why be your time,
tethered to such?
Tethered,
to this being which knows not,
of your existence?
Which,
seeks not,
your simplicity?
Which,
indeed seeks only to take,
indefinitely.
Oh,
how such shall never,
be me...
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