Status:
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Genre: Poetry |
House:
Booksie Classic
You said I was special,
You said I was gold.
You called me your Godess,
With one perfected soul.
I wish I could give up
This loyalty to freedom
And see what you see
in me
Because I'm lost
And I'm fighting
To be found again
By any one
Before my end.
You called me beautiful,
You say I'm all yours.
You name me your baby
And I never believed you before.
I think that one day,
My time will come
to release myself from this hatred
And the next step is to love.
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