She Is Missing Pieces

She used to be passionate.
She always gave, and people always took
She always explained, but no one ever asked
She always wanted touch, and now she can't accept the thought of it.
She is always used to being dominant and afraid of emotion and touch.

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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