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#don't you dare look away.
She cries my skin is not what's stone,
It is what lies beneath,
It is my bones.
Watch me tear my flesh back slowly.
Watch me bleed out slowly.
I cannot remind you anymore times
That my skin is not whats made of stone.
It is what lies beneath,
It is my bones.
Feel my paper as it falls off warmly.
Realize that this is not what's lonely.
It is not my skin,
It is my bones.
Watch my tears drip one by one.
This pain is far from done.
My skin is not whats made of stone.
It is what lies beneath,
It is my bones.
Listen to me Scream in the sky-lit night.
Watch me tear myself apart with all my might.
Understand that this pain is not on my skin,
Its what lies within,
It is my bones.
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i love your turn of phrase....
the artistic metapathors that read like real
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