My existence

By Doug McCaughan | Published: April 3, 2006

I made the mistake
I lived for me.
What folly!
I lived for thee.

I breathe in
The air you exhale.
I am indebted to you
For the honor.

I live a life
Planned.
Altered.
Unstable.

I cannot let go
Things are right.
Twisted around
Mind fight.

I die
Still alive.
No afterlife
Spirit is gone.

I lived.
Never free.
Trapped.
Slave, of me.

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