So much is always left unsaid
So much is always left unwritten
And people see, only the flesh
Perversion transcends imagination
Respect, long dead
Why I write
What I write
Do I have to justify myself
Love is me
So are desires
I breathe them in words
And survive
But the classless
And those heartless
Only consider me as a piece of flesh
And abuse my very existence.
Still I will write
Coz that's the flesh that had given birth
And that's what I am made up of
My flesh
So much is always left unwritten
And people see, only the flesh
Perversion transcends imagination
Respect, long dead
Why I write
What I write
Do I have to justify myself
Love is me
So are desires
I breathe them in words
And survive
But the classless
And those heartless
Only consider me as a piece of flesh
And abuse my very existence.
Still I will write
Coz that's the flesh that had given birth
And that's what I am made up of
My flesh
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