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Jul 2021
dissected like a toad
carved down to the bone
every piece of me gets sold
be it pound of flesh or ounce of soul
everyone got their chunk of me
nothing but a hunk of meat
apparently
not a person who feels things
just an object to take
a possession to break
the many ways you violate
just to self satiate
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
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