I feel so cold
When you touch me
I feel so dead
When you move me
I feel so numb
When you’re inside me
I use to tell you to stop
Now I don’t care
It use to hurt like hell
But now I can bear
I use to scream
But now I keep silent
I use to cry
But now I keep quiet
I was a tree
That you stripped bear
You plucked all my leaves off
And the saddest thing is...
I don’t care.
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