Freedom
It's better done now than in the future,
Time sure flies in falsified fun.
I'll take the pain now and avoid the torture
Of your wicked ways hidden within puns.
I imagined bliss but experienced trials,
Over and over I was often put last.
But as I remember and look through our files,
I see our fun times but am glad that they passed.
For you were the one who pushed for us dearly.
Words but sincerity were often spoken.
But they were in vein and now I see clearly,
Motives so dark and I was the token.
That allowed you to play and build this false bond,
With empathy projected that you never felt.
I was tricked and trapped, lied to and conned
But my hand will be better the next time it's dealt.
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