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Feb 2016
You can stab my back
Just don't be surprised when I sharpen your knife
You can glare at me all you want
Just don't be surprised when I do it back
You can shoot your words like gunshots
Just don't be surprised when I hand you bullets
You can set me on fire
Just don't be surprised when I light the match
You can tear me up like paper
And spit on the pieces
But don't be surprised when I let you
For I can't feel anymore
Maddie
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Maddie
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