By Jane Rain
Date: 2011 Nov 25
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his touch has grown cold
so distant
i always said no one could change me
accept me for who i am or get lost
i changed that for him
along with my beliefs, wishes, goals...
but it's never enough
what i wouldn't give for him to mold me like clay
once and for all
cut off all offending bits
patch up any cracks
he doesn't seem to realize
i just don't care to be me anymore