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Anonymous
A constant reminder, that child within,A strong sensation that could be a sin.Ashamed and tortured, she resists like glue,Am I her, is she me? Who is who?She's stuck in this body that's visually me,That agonising sensation isn't me, but she.Why has she settled for a place inside,She has no shame and carries no pride.She craves for love or even a touch,