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I                                                        if
                               asked
you                                                              loved                                                  me
        
      razor-blade                           silence
    
  the  
                                                                  blood
                    stained
                                                                              my                                           sweatshirt

left                                    
                behind—
                                                                just
                                                                        a
                                                                              cutter.

I                                    
              never
                                     mattered
                                                                                                to                                   you
                                                            anyways.

           You
                                              left                    me                                                   alone
                         in
                                                the                                         dark                                            of

your                                                  room.
the things i wear or the way i dress,
is not an invitation,
all by himself he made this mess,
we live in a broken nation.

i don’t need you to call me cute or hot,
i asked you to stop, and you did not,
there’s nothing you can do or say,
what you did was simply not okay.

— The End —