No I am married
I am married to myself
I am married to the game I’ve been playing in
I am married to the power I have
I am married to the ones I’ve left I am married to the greatness I found within myself
I am married to the love I have inward to pour it outward
I am married to those who have sinned
I am married to my accomplishments for my name is all on them
I am married to a new life that I’ve built
I am married to a structure that I’ve killed
I am married to the new entering my life
I am married to no more drama no more strife
I am married to my dreams that may see unattainable, but have the power and universal flow
I am married to the soul that is unknown that hides in the shadows watching my every low and high because I will always reach past the sky’s there is no limits for my desires will continue to thrive
I am married to more than one will ever know but I am single in the flesh but be careful I come with no rest I will forever grow
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