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Take from me

till nothing's there.

I'm a skeleton

walking through the dead air.

Have you ever loved me?

It's hard to tell.

Nothing you can say 

can stop me

take my life

all because of you.

Abiguous,

transparent.

All I am to you

is a punching bag

for your drama

and all your bullshit.

Have you ever loved me?

It's hard to tell.

The End

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