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A mirror reflects harsher words than I’ve ever heard,
Even if they’re slurred.
These words say they won’t grieve,
Won’t care if I leave.
I go after my veins looking to bleed
Maybe then I can be freed.
These voices continue to come in a flood-
Maybe I can escape with my blood.
I can hear them no matter how much I scream and shout
Maybe another sting will draw them out
Another sting and I’ll feel something else.
Maybe then I’ll feel my pulse.
Another sting and maybe it will mask the sting of my own words...
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