What I Am

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~What I Am~

Rain descending like falling stars,

My skin battered with fresh cuts and scars.

Shadows lurking from afar,

My being locked behind those bars.

Decaying sanity, my mind now lost.

Just a traction, frozen in frost.

Your Tiger eyes with lust is glossed.

No matter what you risk the cost.

Again and again, you molest my core,

My bruised body crumpling to the floor.

Never enough, you just take more.

And now I'm just your dirty little whore.

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