The Unloved
Cold and smooth scales
Wrapping around my feet
At a snail's pace, it moves up with every mistake I make
Suffocating and constricting
What was once love and an inseparable bond
Became toxic like its venom
And it is slowly killing me inside
It feels cold, freezing
All I ever wanted was to be loved
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