Existence
My pain.
My grief.
My emotions are my own.
My existence verified thru them alone.
I have me own creed.
My creed, mine alone.
But in the end, those around me.
Slowly, precisely, ignorantly, they cut away.
All that remains.
My destiny.
Shaped by them.
Them alone.
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