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My hands are cut and scratched
My legs ache
Pain pounds its rhythm into my head
But most painful of all
Is the twist in my heart
Like someone hitting it
Scratching it
Strangling it
Breaking it
I want to leave
But I can’t move
Moving hurts too much
Words cut me
Looks scratch me
Smiles burrow into my head
Let the pain die
Let me die
Whichever seems best to you
Whichever seems best to you
Because my opinions don’t matter, remember?
Help me
Save me
Release me
My beautiful black flower



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