The more I feel free
The more alone I get
As life fulfills around
Me, I remain a lone wolf
And likely for the better
As I know what I can do.
Mend the most broken heart
Or damage it irreversibly.
Yes, there is no room for a
Respect for myself when
I know it to be true that,
There exists one like myself,
The creator of dreams
But also of nightmares.
Consider this fair warning,
Where you get me candid, untested
My will is free to express
That which I otherwise would withhold.
A hopeless romantic in a fear-driven world,
Where you all fare better without...
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