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Aug 2015
You did what you did
You crucified me,
You wait in bushes and let your hate breed.
You always watch me like some sort of freak of nature,
I feel you under my skin,
I can feel your every sin rubbing me raw
Stick nails through my palms and cut me limb for limb
Olive
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