My soul...
Only taking up what others can have
Perched upon the cold stones of hell
Feeling the burning heat upon my face
Dismal,stammering"why"

My words...
Avid,yet dismayed among so many more important
Searching for somewhere to go
But only to come back,and strike pain

My touch...
A poison that stings,with the intent of hurting deep inside
Though people feel it,they don't speak,out of pity

As I lie,isolated,pathetic...
Wishing that I could give you the warmness and tenderness that you very well
deserve...
 
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