To Be Sliced

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You provoke me to do this.
It’s a habit that lately I can’t miss.
I see you watch me,
with such insane scrutiny.
You suspect it,
but you don’t act on it.
Feel my scars and kiss my wounds,
tell me i look beautiful.





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