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My soul is crushed.
My mood, subdued.
I've begun to rust.
I feel unused.

It's hard to care,
When you have nought.
No one to listen
Or care for your thought.

I crave for passion.
I crave for lust.
I crave for someone
In which to trust.
Written by RabbitJunk
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