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Catch

 


You should have left the gully cricket talks with your boys.
I do like a good lightsaber, but I am into different types of toys.
Not that you ever had a good grip on you...
I am sure you only enjoy it when they strip for you.
What made you think that you ever pulled me with your charm?
My words are enough to do the harm.
You really think you brought me down to my knees?
That somehow you got into my head... and you wish I were dead.

Not your money nor your image,
I always like to take centre stage...

If I seem strange it's because I have an emotional range.

True freedom is what I honestly crave,
Not your lifelong bondage.
No desire to control or be controlled.
You might call yourself a catch,
But I am not yours or anyone's, in fact.
I am my own person first,
Not a piece of meat for you to lust...
Dare to make fun of my vulnerability
And you would lose all your credibility.

If "All the world's a stage," and if we all are merely players,
Then I would create my own roles, and no longer care about the naysayers.

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