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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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