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Rip me off, hurt me, tear me down,
But just don't strand me and bid leave,
Make me cry, Continue to be you, I'll mourn,
But please don't stay away from me.
Stab my heart for the joke of it, I'll suffer,
You've killed my heart, now don't stop my breath,
While you ignore the love I offer,
You complain of ignorance and hate like death.
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Quote:
"To be ill adjusted to a deranged world is not a breakdown." -Jeanette Winterson.
Written as I choked for air midst the air column around me.
~Chaahat
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