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Asexuality

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Picked him like a pill from a row
Big hands, dead eyes let him go
Used my skin to make him stay
Felt nothing, but I let him anyway

I played the part, I stayed real still
Called it love it made me ill

I let them in, I let them lie
They called me warm, I watched the sky
I hate them now, I hate it all
But I still ache when nights won’t crawl

Tried again with softer hands
Different smile, same demands
Still check boxes, still pretend
Still want silence in the end

They call it love I want to scream
It’s not a spark, it’s just routine

I let them in, I let them lie
They called me home, I closed my eyes
I don’t want this, I want out
But I still ache, I still doubt

So I shut it off flip the switch
No more hunger, no more glitch
.

I let them in, I let them go
I never felt it. Still don’t know.
And if there’s more than this machine
Then let it break without me