(Loss of innocence happens in many ways.)
My words and feelings were mine.
Now they are in space.
Without my secret how can I exist?
Without my last hidden hope, how can I breath?
Without my WORDS, my selfish, secret words, who will I be?
There's a tingling sensation,
A burning sting where it used to be;
I feel it still.
A chunk of me is gone.
What will grow in its place?
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