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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1650560
Search for moral constitution
I find my friends are little more than known enemies
A classic tale of push and pull
I find no love in the furthest reach of memory
A price one must pay for being a tad too artful
As I am a craftsman of sorts
These words are my tool of choice
Yet it seems these very words,
Drown my very voice
For this train of thought has derailed
All I aspire for is to start anew
Yet I feel exceedingly failed
In my search for youthful enthusiasm
I have entered this passage of numbness
Something the mind cannot fathom
Through such eyes of bleakness
Which lead me to conclude;
Be free with no allude
As I would love nothing more,
Than for you to hate me-
Hate me for all that I am
Rather than love me all that I am not
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