When I’m with you,
It fills up my entire body.
This isn’t love,
It’s hatred.
It’s despair.
And It’s ugly.
When you’ll finally see me,
That’s what you’ll see.
I know it,
So please, don’t know.
Someday,
I’ll give you my petal,
For you to feel me,
See me empty and naked.
I can’t help but hope you’ll see a little girl,
She’s smiling.
I want her to.
It’s not right,...
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