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Jan 2021
Rip me to pieces
Carve out my heart
Stab me in the back
Slice my throat  
No matter what you do
I will feel nothing
I’ll remain numb
Because i'm already dying slowly
Being ripped apart  
From the inside out
And its only a matter of time
Until the monsters inside me
Finally find their way out
Through the holes in my eyes
Withered
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