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Oh, what an unloveable thing i've become- A hollow creature, heart gone numb You shouldn't wait for someone to like me Yet still you stand, while i fall to my knees Whispering, do what you please. Hurt me or hold me, love me or hate me Your every word decides my fate. Strike me, shatter my bones, Leave gentle marks for the world to know That i am yours, and yours alone.
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