My inner being is a hunter...
It captures your glance
It captures your soul
It captures your smile
My inner being is a gatherer...
It keeps your secrets
It keeps your love
It keeps your dreams
My inner being is a warrior...
It fights for your needs
It fights for your happiness
It fights for your safety
My inner being is a peasant...
It is the building block that makes up a nation.
It is the foundation of the ideal lover
It is the beauty that is most coveted
My inner being is a...
I want to say emperor, but I thought that was you
But there can only be one emperor
Sorry, but you do not fit the position
My inner being conquers over my insecurities
It strengthens my self worth
It builds my character
If my inner being does all of this, what is the purpose of having you?
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