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Broken
Broken
That is all I am
Nothing but a chipped token
Too small, too sensitive for you to ram
Into me, invade me
I actually await the day
That you finally grow tired of me
It worries me more than words can say
There’s so much I could never be
How long before you find my “problem” an annoyance?
I’ll never be able to NOT be a virgin… just wait and see
I’ll forever be stuck with this physical innocence
I’m sorry my dear that you have to deal with this bad token.
I am so very sorry, my dear, that I am so broken.
That is all I am
Nothing but a chipped token
Too small, too sensitive for you to ram
Into me, invade me
I actually await the day
That you finally grow tired of me
It worries me more than words can say
There’s so much I could never be
How long before you find my “problem” an annoyance?
I’ll never be able to NOT be a virgin… just wait and see
I’ll forever be stuck with this physical innocence
I’m sorry my dear that you have to deal with this bad token.
I am so very sorry, my dear, that I am so broken.
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