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I felt that you loved me I did But I felt like an object You toyed with my heart You left me behind You called me a fool. But alas, I fell in love You used me... Your pair of lips. Your hand to hold. Your shoulder to cry on. Your female object. The body to show. My legs, My chest, My **** Whatever. I'm not your ******* property. I wish I didn't love you. I wish I wasn't an object. You choose me, A monster of self doubt. You told me I was beautiful Told me that I had no reason No reason to disfigure my own body. You only made it worse. And I hope it slowly eats away at you Editing the way you used to life, So confident So capable. I hope that I, The object The simple doll for your abuse, The girl with the legs, The girl with the heart, Changed you, The man of ice, The man I am sad to say I love.
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Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 9:27 PM UTC
Object
I felt that you loved me I did But I felt like an object You toyed with my heart You left me behind You called me a fool. But alas, I fell in love You used me... Your pair of lips. Your hand to hold. Your shoulder to cry on. Your female object. The body to show. My legs, My chest, My **** Whatever. I'm not your ******* property. I wish I didn't love you. I wish I wasn't an object. You choose me, A monster of self doubt. You told me I was beautiful Told me that I had no reason No reason to disfigure my own body. You only made it worse. And I hope it slowly eats away at you Editing the way you used to life, So confident So capable. I hope that I, The object The simple doll for your abuse, The girl with the legs, The girl with the heart, Changed you, The man of ice, The man I am sad to say I love.
ginger-gray
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Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 9:27 PM UTC
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