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Nov 2016
I am attached to nothing
Neither controlled, nor tempted, nor distracted, nor enticed
In a place where I have no desires because my wants are my demons
Giving generously all I have
Nothing was ever mine to begin with
Constantly reincarnated into the present
Thoughts emerge and consume me
Then wither away never leaving a trace
Why do we hold on to what we can never touch, feel, smell, see, or taste forever
It’s all illusion
Nothing is real
Where is my reality
Dormant beneath my inherited thoughts
Mislead by misdirection
Buried beneath the infidelity of my fragile affections
Consciously stained by the conception of my speculation
Awakened to my path
I ask myself, but what do I know
It was subjective from the beginning
Where did I get my name, my beliefs and my morals
Who am I
What do they mean
They were never mine to begin with
All I have, I was given
All I have been given, was never theirs to give
As it never belonged to them who gave it
Neither do they belong to me
Liberating myself of their attachment
My soul yearns to live
I want die free
GypsyPOet
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GypsyPOet  36/M/Colchester, England
(36/M/Colchester, England)   
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