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Dec 2019
Like the soul leaving a body
The body buried alive
It wasn't my choice
Not up to me
I'm just the body in the bag

Never having control over myself
You try to make me dependent on you
But despite all the "love" you have
You gave up on me too

Controlled.

- 03/25/19
Written by
nsw
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