You don’t define me

He said, Don’t make me feel guilty.

You shouldn’t feel guilty. I am not that sister of yours. I can’t make you feel that. You don’t define me so I can’t confuse myself with you.

I think he was hurt but its a great thing. If you don’t define me I can have a real experience with you. I can share true emotions that ownership and marriage and all the other controling institutions cannot.

You don’t define me. Block my way tell me I am stupid. Break me down. Try. You don’t define me. You know that I feel this now.


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