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i wont be another nameless soul
   wandering around their forgotten dreams
   broken by the rabble, if only they could see
that only you can give up if you believe
your self worthless and what others have thought to conceive
    in a society based upon Loveless acts
selfish greed as the highest art

begone with the ways that you have to be
   there isnt enough room for me to be free
i will not be a puppet that cannot bleed
     if i must tear of these stiches to feel
then i will do so with a roar to finally need
 
     Love that i pushed away

soul that casually pertains

        poetry that demands to be fate

each line written to no longer be caged
    captivate an era that i do not wish for fame
  or an ego boost so others can praise

-i merely want you and me in bed, smiling and holding hands as we sleep