Sometimes I wonder if I was used
Manipulated for pleasure
Utilized as a result of my compliance
But perhaps I replicated this as wellFor my compliance was eagerness
I was incapable of restraining myself
It was a weakness of the flesh
One that mutated me into a savageBut then it was human nature
Humans are meant to be savages
Humans are meant to feel feelingWhy is it so complicated
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A Collection of Words
PoetryA collection of poems and occasional short stories I write.