ME
Well, here I am,
Things to be done,
People to please,
My body yearns for substance
making noises as a lion roaring
My body sends uncomfortable signals
warning me
Realtionships are made or lost
I am on my own
Care is what I need.
No one can hear the noises
nor feel the signals
nor make or lose realtionships
It is up to me. I must hear the call.
I am living for me.
Dependency is not an option.
What happens to me is up to me.
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