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Mar 2018
you were in my dream
or more of a nightmare it seems
you stood there
with a sinister smile
and took a knife with a silver handle
and cut me
not just enough to break the skin
but to cut out parts of me
and hold them in your hands

you cut out my liver
and said i drank too much when you left
you cut out my lungs
because you said i can barley breathe
from how much i cry anyway
you cut out parts of my stomach
you said i never eat enough to fill it
you cut my heart out
and said you've seen too much of it

you dropped all of them to the floor
and they didn't even make a sound
you looked at me and laughed
and seemed almost proud

i stood there
nothing but bones and blood
looked at you
and said
"see what you've done?"
Written by
LS  18/F
(18/F)   
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     Angie Marcano, --- and ---
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