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Mar 2013
A chiseled face hovers above,
Panting and red,
And I force myself to love him,
Because nobody else does,
And I force myself to love him,
Because I have none to love.

The memories of a heightened voice,
Screaming no,
While others say yes.
And the pain of being stretched,
And the agony of being left,
When he was the one screaming yes.
I've lost my will to love.
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