Taken for all you think I am and not who I am.
Making your own destination for my soul; a soul you do not know.
That promise we make to ourselves to believe that which we won’t believe, but cannot afford to let go.
An excuse we force others to portend always letting another suffer the grief of the mean spirit within wanting to control.
Life takes a toll.
The End
A destination of resignation and application for all that was and could have been. Fingers locking and then letting go.

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