Dependence Day
The day my independence died was the day my disaster was born
The female touch became my lifeline to the world
And the breath of adventure deflated, replaced by the respirator of commitment
I need a transplant of the human touch to revive my spirit
Patience is a virtue that escaped with my reason
And the need for companionship trapped me in purgatory
There is no completion to an infinite void
There is no me without you
Whoever you are
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