Why should I trade my will?
Why should I trade my voice?
Why should I trade my drill?
Why should I trade my teenage dreams, just to submit to another human?
I don't want to be a cup, ready to serve your wish.
Why be yours, when I can be mine.
My trade a crown for a maid clothes.
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poem by just a girl
PoetryCollection of poems by a Frankincense. If anything bothers you and you wish to have them explained in a poetic form, I can help!!!.
