who am i to love or be loved? (identity crisis)

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i tried to find myself
by searching
through your lips
a heavy rain of affection
i caved in
and crumbled
i am your beautiful concept
until i am not beautiful anymore
when darkness bleeds through the fabric of my skin
destroying the porcelain little girl
you wash me up and reclaim me
for what cost?
i am worthy of what i gave to this world
which is nothing

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