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My tortured soul

I smile every day

The girls laugh and laugh

They must never know

Underneath the bed

Locked away in my room

My only relief

I’m on the edge

It would be so terrifying

If you saw me in my house

In the depths of my room

Where no one must see me

How could I possibly explain?

What?

Oh, how was my day?

It was fine

I’m picturing you in chains and studded leather

Oh, God

What have I become?