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No one ever poured love in me.
Not when I was a child, they had other business to attend to, not when I became a functional member of a dysfunctional society, I'm not really pretty, and not really seductive.
It's simply hard for me to recognize when someone feels anything, but repulse for me.
There's this gaping hole in my soul I think no one can fix. Not the power of self-love, or love of others.
I'm just meant to stand here, wondering of affectionate caressing, and writing terrible poetry of miscommunicated lust. I cannot heal.
Not when I was a child, they had other business to attend to, not when I became a functional member of a dysfunctional society, I'm not really pretty, and not really seductive.
It's simply hard for me to recognize when someone feels anything, but repulse for me.
There's this gaping hole in my soul I think no one can fix. Not the power of self-love, or love of others.
I'm just meant to stand here, wondering of affectionate caressing, and writing terrible poetry of miscommunicated lust. I cannot heal.
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nicely written . and, i guess i can feel and understand what you mean. you're still awesome, regardless 