You
Are the toughest of all molds
That sullies all corners of my box
Soils the entirety of this wrecked doll
Sucking out every fragment of her soul
Imposing all anguish in her every system's nerves
I
The ragged playmate which occupied you at your leisure
Feigning laughs against tears
Taking all your fabricated truths in
No matter how they reek of absurdity
"I love you"
"You are beautiful"
Why do I feel nothing with those words?
Because I know they're concocted truths.
|22:27|April 27, 2016|
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