being told

A pen, a guitar pick, my wife, come pull my strings watch me move. There’s a yearning inside and it’s shining through. I never tell anyone what to do and I’m not very good at being told what to do. Giving up weed is easier than giving up anxiety. Evil to the core of the crime. I stand alone calling out your name.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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