What do you want?
What do you want?
Loyalty?
Trust?
Companionship?
We trade everything for it.
Homes.
Dreams.
Pieces of ourselves
we never meant to sell.
We chase it
like paper umbrellas in the rain
fragile things
never meant to survive.
We shrink ourselves to fit,
pull tight into knots,
give and give and give
until nothing is left
but the shape of the giving.
Until we no longer recognise
the face inside it.
Where we are.
Who we are.
Not anymore.
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