sick

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i'm feeling sick of the thought
of that twisted mind
to have caught my sweet innocent heart
which has been carved by your sharp pencil
until it pierced out from the other side
just to make sure you hit it
just to try and see if you were a man too
if you were man enough
used my soul to get out of your own cage
drained my energy
to get back on your feet
absorbed
leaving me on the ground
stepping over this now soulless body
as if it never was what you chased
as if it never was what you craved for
then carved your name into my chest
and wrenched my soul out
took it with you
as a trophee you'd conquered
changed your mind as the road went on
left it somewhere along the way
only to make sure both soul and body were beyond damage
to be reaching toward each other some day

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