March 2011
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I want people to see the real wounds I have, Hold their heads and make them watch. They’re dragging a knife across my stomach, Each line of blood needs to be seen.
The raw lines society draws are crude, So fucking ugly and disgusting. Each laceration just a little deeper. My heart keeps beating, still just Out of reach.
Watch. Watch what you’re doing to me. Instinct is...