bored of their silent expression
craving real passion, spoken word
touch i can feel on my aching skin
instead of that inked out in pen
i have been kidnapped
the real me is locked away
a different me roams this earth
inside i am screaming...
at those with no tolerance
at those who create disaster
at those who suck me dry
only to disappear...
...when i need replenishing
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