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I like to think I'll find peace for me resting beneath a sycamore tree. I can't feel its roots burrow into my body, sapping me of my strength. No     No No     No No Can't you see? There is peace beneath this sycamore tree. Look at how it shelters me in the shade, so I can't see the sun. No     No No     No No What on earth are you telling me now? This is just a simple sycamore tree it is not acting sycophantically. I'm not held down, it's protecting me. No     No No     No No *It wants your death to fertilize its growth. You're rooted to the sycophantic tree.* Just go, there is nothing here for you. I'm corrupted, leave without me.
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
Sycophant
I'd rather be less opportune than being your sycophant Because its not  you Who is the author of my story. I'd rather walk alone than being a part of this blind haste Because its not  them Who is the arbiter of my struggling journey. I'd rather fly far than flying high Because now its me who is the ruler of my destiny.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Undying Dreams