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Jul 2016
Like a knife
Against my neck
Selfish needs met
you ruin my soul
love conditionally
When you're tired
I'm expended
Broken and bent
like a used rag
tossed on the street
just because of you
and your selfish streak
My body
My temple
In three days torn
to the ground
with no hope
of rebuilding
what you stole
Natasha Meyer
Written by
Natasha Meyer  44/F/South Africa
(44/F/South Africa)   
   Nicx, Stephan and Jurtin Albine
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