You might like to think you're strong With your big hands sheltering me from the world And your dry eyes looking through me for ever worry Always making sure I got the message that you were giving me Your husky voice, telling me to stop living, But the only way I can die is if I can live Though I might not live a good life, At least I'll be living my own Which is more than I can say for you.
Reason for writing:
being trapped by two certain people and wanting to be free
Birth sign: Aquarius
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