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Don't touch me.
I'll cry...
You're the best and the worst.
I can't finish my thoughts;
you abduct them.
Weave your fingers through mine,
maybe I will like this.
Let go...
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I'll scream...
I swear it, I will.
You gave me a taste of what
I fear and used to dream.
Congratulations, lets hear some applause.
You make me sick.
Let go...
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I'd rather be alone.
I'll cry...
You're the best and the worst.
I can't finish my thoughts;
you abduct them.
Weave your fingers through mine,
maybe I will like this.
Let go...
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I'll scream...
I swear it, I will.
You gave me a taste of what
I fear and used to dream.
Congratulations, lets hear some applause.
You make me sick.
Let go...
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I'd rather be alone.
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Well...this poem is proof of how fast feelings change.
I'd like to say I hate his guts but thats not very nice.
I wrote this in around 10 minutes, out of anger. It's definitely not my best but at least I let out some steam.
I'd like to say I hate his guts but thats not very nice.
I wrote this in around 10 minutes, out of anger. It's definitely not my best but at least I let out some steam.
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