You couldn’t say my name not because you didn’t know it not because you could forget it but because you grew up with it and because you grew to love it Until I hear you say my name I know you’re ashamed reality is rooted in your thoughts It’s your coping mechanism that helps make our moments real and keeps justification surreal Say my name but you can’t You’ve realized the woman you held was someone you could’ve never have had I was forbidden fruit but you kept your conscience by never saying my name
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