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'My dearest Pygmalion,
Thank you...' Said Galatea softly In your masterful ways You killed me completely You suffocated my soul so well That now I can't even see beyond today Now, how can I explain to my beautiful spring He's so innocent still How can I tell him That I am not paranoid That I am not mad It's just that sometimes I'm very dead inside You maimed my capacity to feel to love I'm now an eunuch of trust a monster inside, melting slowly in guilt for sins I have never committed wars that were waged on my behalf... Thank you my Pygmalion There were times when I thought that human cruelty can only go that far But then you you proved me wrong You created me, left me in the lab sharpened your tools in months around the world and around us When the time was ripe when I feared nothing Clothes of who I was on the floor You ripped me open Now how can I explain to him He's so innocent still How can I tell him That when I look into his eyes I heal But never enough To believe him So far not enough to grow another me out of the ashes...
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