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I cannot always do what I want to.

Some days exist just to breathe. 

I just wished my mind let me be.

I cannot always do what I want to.

I'm always ok and always ready to break.

Unable to bend more while people just take.

I cannot always do what I want to.

So I just lie here staring at the ceiling.

Willing some rest into my being.

Wishing society would leave me whole.

Wanting society to leave me alone.