You said my cry is nothing,
And then you start to laughing.
So I decide, you know no more,
And then I go behind the door.
You need no me, but only body.
All things you've said were for a bed.
You don't want to my feelings study.
Maybe I should to stay alone instead?
I let you use me, it's my fault.
The biggest love stuck in my head.
Yes, you abused me, but I halt
And then continue cry in bed.
Am I joke to you?
© Copyright: Анастасия Биер, 2021
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