Incapable
Are you so incapable of love, you like to see my pain and sorrows. Time becomes shortened by the hours on how you make me feel so hollow like a empty shell without a hermit without a doubt your shallowness becomes my shadow. Incapable of love is what you made of me, so what made you incapable of love is what I ask the.
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