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Frustration

Do this, do that
can I have no independence?
I am treated like your junior,
we know this is not the case.
This is not fair.

Maybe I should leave.
You would be an only child.
Is that not your greatest desire?
I could be gone,
you WILL be free.

Yet your freedom,
it comes at a cost.
One's freedom for another's sorrow.
Whose sorrow? You ask.
Mine.

Are you willing to risk it?




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