you served me lies on golden plate
cuz you did not want me to be sad
and the truth would break my heart
but my heart cannot be broken
as it was already shattered
when I was born
damn it how cliche it sounds
my words are so painfully simple
that I just want to scratch my
brain out and suck it into vacuum cleaner
then set it on fire and dance around it
like some crazy old maid
my grandmom used to call me an old maid
as I was 27 with no man and no child
"such a shame for a woman your age
to be childless and loveless
you might as well be dead"
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