Pain
You were not allowed to touch,
but you took from me anyway took,
my heart, soul and body.
Pain is what I face,
the pain every day,
you stole from me,
my heart, soul and body.
Pain in which never goes away,
pain in which burns every day,
in the center of my chest,
because you stole from me,
my heart, soul and body.
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