Destruction
Relieve me of the Midas touchThe one I love, but hate so much.
Wanting this and that, I see
Increased responsibility.
No,
I will have none of that
I am a child; on this I sat.
No where I end up in vain.
Traveling in no where lane.
Wondering what is to gain.
Will it never be the same?
5-18-09
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