I give away my
Right arm,
But I get nothing
In return.
I'm fine with that.
I give away my
Left arm,
But I get nothing
In return.
I'm fine with that.
I've given away my
Right leg,
But I get nothing
In return.
I'm fine with that.
I've given away my
Left leg,
But I get nothing
In return.
Yet I am fine with that.
I gave away my upper
And lower body,
But I get nothing
In return.
I don't think I'm fine
With this.
They want my head,
But I'll get nothing
In return.
I'm not fine with this.
I asked for my
Parts back,
But they told me,
"No."
So I'm stealing
What's mine.
Unless I get something,
I won't give anymore
Of myself away.
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Author:
Zora (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 26th, 2025 12:20
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
Online)
Comments2
Good stretching !
A tale of life and how it works or rather doesn't work. Well written
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