Questions
Questions
He talks
I can’t breathe
He kisses me
I need
Happy indeed
But whipped I bleed
He’s good to me
No he’s the best
But what is wrong with my heart behind my brest
My heart is torn
I wish I could be reborn
Yet now all I can look at is the future
But I will always wish my past was pure
Why?
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