You can throw me like an old piece of paper,
I won't complaine.
Everyone has taken what they wanted from me,
I will still remaine silent.
You may shout at me even yell,
I won't say anything.
You can stare at me,
only thing you might,
see would be a tear falling from my eye.
That's what is left of my soul...
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