In my head,
We're together,
My soul does not feel dead,
And my heart feels lighter than a feather.
I don't believe you can love,
When pure love you do deny!
I used to think you were a dove,
But now my heart believes you a fly.
My love for you was a waste,
To you it was a joke.
My heart was ground into a bitter paste,
And at my soul the sword of sorrow does poke.
And as I sit inside my clothing,
All I feel is a deep self-loathing
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