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I have no opinion.

No feeling.

My mind floats,

As my head fills with fog.

My vision fades and my body tenses.

What's left is not my own.

You've made me to be a doll,

Manipulating each limb,

As your tongue spits notions of hateful desire.

Every waking breath,

Spent in fear of your response.

Slipping through the cracks,

I am quietly losing myself.

Life of solitary melancholy,

never seemed so dear