In dedication, IĄŻve seen us falter for ourselves. In conversations, I feel the underlying currents. Manipulation, IĄŻve seen ulterior motives. I wish we could be more like dogs. In alienation, we know the rules of separation. In degradation, we use historic points of reference. My observation, weĄŻve lost all instinct for compassion. I wish we could be more like dogs. Simple thoughts. Today, I do not feel so ok. There is nothing you can say to make me change my mind. I may never go outside again. The beauty of honesty it makes more sense to me then dropping hints and fishing for complements. A simple honesty that you could promise me, IĄŻll love you or IĄŻll hate you but IĄŻll never try to fake you. Can I ever say what I want to say? Can I ever feel what I feel is true. To live my life and free myself from these chains. Like a dog, simple thoughts, feel no
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