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Tormented,
I slash and rip and mutulate the feelings that I feel.
Wasted,
Sixteen years of useless life, all the lies felt real.
Perfect,
Not a want nor a need, perfection is true sin.
Choked,
All the heart spoke feelings, i wanted to say, but keep them deep within.
Guilty,
A crime no one commited yet i suffer from the verdict.
Begged,
At birth for a different life, never liked the one God picked.
Pray,
The world dies before me, so it can't spit on my grave.
Spoiled,
You in hopes, that my love you would also crave.