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I scratch at the paper skin


I pry open old wounds,

just to see if I still feel

I can't seem to forget,

the pain you caused

I want someone to peel it all away

It's unlike anything I've ever felt

You stole it all away,

just so you could get your fill

I want to kill the names

The voices in my veins

I can't seem to escape

The voices scream in vain,

they go unheard by the world

They like to dig into me

They tear into my flesh

To see the blood pump fresh

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