if i leave you
i can’t see that my life will be any better
i am broke and broken
and i can’t take anymore pain
if i leave you
i will just be trading one pain for another
from being a prisoner inside this house
to a prisoner out there
always someone watching
always someone controlling
always someone waiting
there is no freedom in samsara
the freedom you seek is only
when you die
this place is a joke
freedom is a joke
all i have to look forward to is just
more stress
more survival stress
can’t sleep there stress
can’t sleep here stress
can’t do that stress
can’t do this stress
if i leave you i will be gone
but you will follow me
you will haunt me
you will continue to do shit behind my back
because you are free
you never let anything get in your way
you do whatever you want to do.
in secret
ZONGS OF ZAMZARA 
Clearly I can see you taking off the cloak of repression in this bluntly stated poem.
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the “can’t sleep here” “can’t sleep there” stuff comes from when i was considering living in my car……but yeah…tired of being repressed everywhere you go……..i’m a rebel….and to conform is not my nature…..
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