Bittersweet Release

I am not his blown out birthday wish
I am not his pot of gold or lucky charm
I am not his redheaded freckled goose bumps
I am not his gaze catching candied arm
I am not his award-winning broken record
I am not his infinite sky of stars
I am not his lit up Christmas morning
I am not his Venus or his mars
I am not his perfect dream girl
I am not his soothing cup of tea
I am not his illusive wild unicorn
I am not his budding bride to be
I am not his answer to a question
I am not his missing puzzle piece
I am not his one or only
I am not his anything
I am free

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