Until the Contract is Over

Their delicate egos,
May just..,
Screw up my judgment,
In order to get me in alignment,
With their desires,

Yes,
Of course they’ll sense and play with my anxious autistic weakness..,
Then when they see,
That I’m in a desperate place..,
And have “nothing to lose”,
And do whatever,

They may say(?),
Hey..,

“Sign here”,

And then,
They’ll own my life,

And I’ll struggle,
To survive,
Until the contract,
Is over

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