real
i am only real when i hurt you.
the pain afflicted upon you makes me sad.
the remorse, shame and guilt lacerate my heart.
squawking at my ears.
and make me cringe from the suit im trapped in.
hurting you assures that im still walking around with this thing called a brain.
aspire me at the final hour.
peace be with you.
#screamingskinplease
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