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Sep 9
Don’t mind me,
daring to do everything
you told me not to.

My deliberate disobedience,
my obstinate confessions—
I will not be
your docile thing.

So be it.
Let the dam break free;
its waters were never meant to be caged.
Let the reservoir
drown everything.

We were never your docile things.
I was never your docile thing.
Skyla GM
Written by
Skyla GM  27/F/Hawaii
(27/F/Hawaii)   
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