But that hope; it came to naught.
All I've done is love another,
But that love; it's a knife to my heart.
All I've longed for is simple happiness,
But that happiness; it's a distraught to my joy.
All I've built is a dream of belonging,
But that dream; it's never a home.
And all in all I gave you myself,
But that gift, that gift.
That very gift; you made it your voodoo doll.
-Esther J. (15th Dec 2014/ 9.:35 p.m,)
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| THE VOODOO DOLL |
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