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The Whore
Contributed by
opiate
on
Sunday, 4th July 2004 @ 05:56:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I made a heart
Out of a whore
I stitched up the rips
And I covered up the scars
I made a heart
I’m not sure if it’s able to love
I threw it out the window, thinking it would fly
I threw it during the day and it started falling
By night, the thread came loose and the paint
Was peeling, I’m naked and you know the past
So, I painted it again
And I stitched up the rips and gaps
I’ll hope with a bottle of glue
And I’ll hope with a roll of duct tape too
Now you know, I’m naked no matter what I wear
As the truth escapes and the frown upon your face
I’ll wear a mask made of silk and lace
I’ll attach it to my face
I’m a whore and not yet ashamed
Copyright ©
opiate
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2004-07-04 17:56:50] (Date/Time posted on
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