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If I did not have to feel I would like to peel All my skin Shed As would a snake Without to break If I did not have to feel A knife made of steel Would slice through my flesh Meat so fresh How it would taste Nothing would go to waste In the end It is my own Nobody must condone I shall do it myself Getting undone Maybe it will be Well done Though I prefer rare
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Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
Devour myself
If I did not have to feel I would like to peel All my skin Shed As would a snake Without to break If I did not have to feel A knife made of steel Would slice through my flesh Meat so fresh How it would taste Nothing would go to waste In the end It is my own Nobody must condone I shall do it myself Getting undone Maybe it will be Well done Though I prefer rare
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19/F/Germany
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
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