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Nov 2016
All your actions are one sided deeds

So what do you claim to have ever done for me?

Except run from me

Block driveways

Disguise pathways

Lock doorways with melted keys

Having me walk on burning sands

Melting the bottoms of my already rotten feet

Yet you continuously encourage me

By speaking a tongue so enticingly sweet

It has me swimming in a tomb full of acient Egyptian

Straight out the farmers kitchen  

Honey

But Its ugly

I drown in its texture

As you religiously lie to me about the glimmer of your treasure

I only begged for the minimum

And received half of that measure

I would have died for you

Lied for you

Cut all ties for you

But now I know better

Now I day dream

Fantasizing about when you need my presence

When you can no longer fight

No longer strong enough to draw your own weapon

Exposed to those you label as foes

Nothing left but to glare at the heavens

Enemies draw near because you hopelessly let them

Praying that my sword will protect you

But It won't be in attendance

I only reserve the blade for my own independence
Jeremy
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Jeremy  23/M/New York
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