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May 2020
you're skinning me alive.

each word you bark strips away

some of my skin and some of my soul.

why don't you do the kind thing,

and shoot me?

instead of ripping out my hair in fistfuls

with each laugh made at my expense.

my world is melting

because you set it on fire.

the smoke is so thick

i can't find my own face.

and i hear you.

i hear you laugh

and the flames pinch me in response.

you are unclever in choosing me though.

i set myself on fire often.

though you choke me and scorch me

i already know this pain.

it burns and stings.

and i cry out
    "Harder"

because i know you cannot maim me,

you cannot give me scars

that are worse than the ones

i have given myself.

you cannot **** me.

trust me.

i've already tried
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WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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