You may peirce me with your cold filth
You may judge me, call me whore
but i'm nevertheless a woman
you never understood before..
Do you think i chose to be this
do you think I'm having the time of life,
but it's pain and despair that holds me
the greedy eyes of men.
You may pierce me with your filth
you may call me whore
but my heart still seeks true love
though all it feels is cold
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