This skin that covers me on the occasion will feel small, biodegradable.
So easily bruised, so easily tired.
And If allowed, I could easily sink into submission body and mind.
This Soul. Me.
If I were to fall asleep in my weakness, I will dream in the giving up.
And to give up means never waking up.
I must always wake up.
Me. This Soul. Always.
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