The Power Of Ink

unwanted

To not be wanted

Is like being faulted

I am sorry it is me

You no longer wish to see

The language we speak

Is now penetrable

I have gotten weak

To all of your insults

I prefer not to seek

Slap me in the face

Call it a day

Rewind again

Forever a rag doll

In your twisted game

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