Let me sink, and let me die, never ask the question why. Hold me close, don't let go, I'll never let my feelings show. All the lies, that I believed, all the times I was deceived. Emptiness is all I feel, is true love even real? The hardest thing to live in, just might be the human skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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