Exasperated reasons- In your head- You breathe no sighs- For very intention- Communicates the strain- That holds your empire- The fever in your soul balloons- Look in me- I’m the revolving door- You choose to enter and leave?- Look at me- I’m the patronage that holds you’re favor?- To do you favors?- No. Will you ever truly love?- Do you care for trust?- I will not be in your empire- I will not be the chosen whim of your desire- What I want, is pure you - Exiled, you draw only breaths- For commands- To your cronies and middlemen- To whom I have no care- To whom you wish me to ally with- Forget me not… Because I will not…Birth sign: Libra
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