Needy
Never standing standing to be left on your own.
Will there be a time where you can be full grown?
Like all days are past and stand present before,
For a trivial fear of being left alone on the shore.
Setting sail and never looking back,
Such a grande thing; no freedom to lack.
Overburdened with life extinguished,
When a needy greedy soul becomes so distinguished.
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