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This horrible feeling is new to me

I feel so cheap and unbearable ugly,

What is this world I have created,

So many hands touching me, I have become so jaded,

I yearn for that prince, that love, that one,

Though it exists not, Its just so easy to run,

My heart aches as I give up on a dream,

The inside of my soul is dead, nothing is what it seems,

Spinning around in circles, who can I trust,

Its impossible to find one who cares without lust,

I shall return now to the dark abyss of my mind,

Out here in the world only emptiness I find.