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Everything—misconstrued  

Limpid—just now

We often dissented

I was young and carefree

It didn’t matter anything

Everything you had told me

Was a twine smothering me

‘Til I can’t breathe

Years gone by and

I prolonged my gripe

I knew those fences were fetter

Bounded me like a captive beige sheep

Trying to break out, to be avant-garde

Now that I have my own to fence

Now--I came to realize what was it like

I embedded you whines—poignant

Lashing my vein, drenching my eyes

As I look back, I feel ashamed

To you I owe my life

And to me, she owns her life

Enlightened by my own product

As my beacon guides her path