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Nothing

i have no path to travel
but the one you paved for me
i have no thoughts to think
but the one you order me to conceive
i have nothing of my own
but the things you hand down to me
i am a slave of my own doing
and you the master of all that consumes me
i fear this releationship
of what you made it

something nasty and perverted
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