You are stone.
Where my feelings are warm.
You are cold.
I thought you were in control.
I've asked a million times in my mind,
for you to relinquish your power over me.
It was never You.
It's always been me.
Holding onto an empty dream.
We were never meant to be.
I blame my vulnerability.
You came in at an opportune time
to make me lose my mind.
I was already only half alive.
You stole whatever spark I had inside.
I died.
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