I f he said 'I love you'
He does love you
He loves you and you
But not really you.
Man is so focused of him-self
that He loves you
because he only loves the way
you appear to be
say 'I'm 18 and free'
that they wanted you to be.
I'm not bitter nor broken-hearted
Loveless, neird with a beird or rejected
I'm just being self-ish.
Sometimes I forget about all of you.
All I remember is my-self
And I become Self-ish
But that's just how a human is
But that's just a human frailty
but should always be seen as pretty.
scales get tired weekly
gills die quickly
swims in the ocean of the greedy
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