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I have risen past

Your distaste,

Drown in your illreguard

Until I could suffer

Without breath no longer

Harried, and confused

Beyond the point

Where puzzlement

Has become an old friend,

An uncertain enemy.

I can take this

No longer.



I am not willing to

Bathe in your tears

To dress your wounds

Created in your own cruelty.

Devised in your cantankerous.

Disillusioned ways.

You have set me to pieces

Too many times

And I will stand for it

No Longer.



I am not a puppet

To parade on your

Maester's strings.

I am not your patsy

And I never was..

I can put up

With our deceivement

Of yourself,

No longer



9:09 PM 9-22-04