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Apr 28
I feel the words you cast aloud
A shank you made, crafted from mind
How bitter the ailment of one's self-hatred
Duel-bladed this act, a sacrifice
I wish you felt this pain for you
The love I wish you reflected
But I can only see you bruise
Your soul once knew you respected
Now as I watch you maim yourself
I pray your wounds erased away
May you become the one who loves
Even when all says dissipate.
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