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My brain is a garden,
These damned thoughts are but seeds.
Why can I not grow flowers,
All I sew are weeds.
Push away all my desires,
For I am bound to another's needs.
I am told to follow life's rules,
And lie as my own heart bleeds.
They can't understand the strength of your rope,
In my life's fragile string of beads.

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