I used to be

I used to be used, not to be loved.
I used to feel alone, giving everything about me to someone didn't deserve it.
Tired, mistreated, empty, not enough, why i used to feel this way?
I'm imperfectly lovely in my own misterious way. I know it, i tattooed it in every place of my soul.
I used to be quiet, even when my heart need to scream.
I used to be blind, even when my eyes sang tears.
I used to be yours, more than myself.
I used to be idiot for love, not anymore.

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