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Decorated and shifting the empty fills me
Decorated I'm so pretty shifting the empty so the nothing fills me
your desperation an anchor pulling at my determination to disconnect from all that holds me here
you'd have me in any state regardless of condition
your burdens wear me down but do not make it impossible to escape you dear
Pity is why I felt
is that so wrong of me
your weakness fed on guilt
without the guilt
I don't feel at all for you
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