Metaphorical. Melodramatic. Masochistic. My Memoir
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Baby, You Can't.
Slice and dice me: I can't feel a thing.
Try to get close to my heart: I bet you you'll fail.
Open my eyes to a world full of illusions: promises are for the weak.
Treat me like your rag: Baby, you can't. I'm invulnerable.
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