Melting

No inspiration or motivation.

Only frustration and starvation.

I’m disintegrated, they pulled me way to far!

I’m your puppet that cries at night,

I’m their doll that is way too nice.

If the only thing that crosses my mind is to die,

what’s keeping me alive?

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