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When you say you love me, remember to dig your knife deeper into my back.

Gentle touches turn into pins and needles when I don’t give you what you want.

When you tell me how much you care, make sure the blade on my neck draws blood.

Let it be the offering that soothes your tired and raging soul.

Honor the sacrifices and loss of myself that was done to help heal you.

When you speak your pretty words to me that’ll lull me into moments of passion and guilt, hurt me for the last time.

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