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I take the clothes off my body and give them to men so they will get used to my naked body and no longer urge to have sex with me.

I take my makeup off and give it to men so they will feel less threatened by beauty.

I shed my confidence and give it to women so they will feel better about themselves.

I shed any kindness I have left and give it to women beacuse to them it is just seen as an act.

I give my soul to all people so they are not offended by my essence.

I step out of my skin in order to make yours more comfortable.

I rip out my own tongue and give it to you so my words do not hurt you.

I cut off my ears and hand them to you so your ego is not damaged by how I hear you.

I pop my eyeballs out and give them to you so will not be tortured by how I see this world.

I have taken so much away from myself to please the people.

I am now mangled parts of an empty body.

No heartbeat.

No soul.

No senses.

No more...

No more!

No more will I shed myself to please the people.

No more will I put on a cloak of invisiblity and hide away just to satisfy the world.

No more will I harm myself to see you smile.

 

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