My Own Can you still make me stomach your acidic..

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My Own Can you still make me stomach your acidic tears, Yet deny me my own? Shall I keep searching for the remnants of your non-existent heart, Amongst the forgotten shards of my own? Must I keep making choices to fail to satisfy you, Whilst I bid farewell to ambitions of my own? Who are you to define what you have no right to, My #life is something you demand, but can never own? I am who I am. I am my own.