I feel you- The ambitions and dreams- The traditions getting in the way- I want to help you- But you’re not listening- And I’m not going to be your- Emotional sponge- I just have enough rope- To pull myself up- And you’re asking for my hand- When I’m so dangerously dangling- And I know love is cruel- And I know seeing thru all this- Is like focusing your eyes- On a blurry screen- I can see- The fierce willingness- To unlearn- From head to toe- The web has been spun for you- For some 20 years- You’re stuck in the center of it- And you’re finally making a stand- Survival is instinctual even from your own clan- Individuality is to birth the real you- And this “search for the holy grail”- Should never end- I love you- But I can’t fight this battle- It’s not mine to fight-Birth sign: Libra
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