You are all that is left of me now,
Recently I felt this feeling
That I stopped feeling a long time ago.
The words I still believe, will march on.
In hordes, a perfect communion.
"But you're like my talking book", she said.
And I was filled with an unknown scorn for everyone.
Didn't speak about love with someone for long
Could anybody give me my innocence back?
Feel like a war criminal already.
A battle of worms in my head now.
Could be better with a sewn tongue.
You are a different page of the story
which my author didn't write.
And you know why I did it?
Coz I thought it was possible
You are the R… word,
Worse than the F… word like you know.
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