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Created on: March 20, 2009
FOREVER BOUND
Anxiety, fear, insecurity,
Are all childhood memories made of these?
For how long do I owe fidelity;
Does the priv'lege of birth mean lifetime fees;
Can not I seek mine own felicity;
Or is it those who bore me must I please?
More grateful would I be if I were free,
But seems forever bound I am to thee.
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