Kinda in a pissed off mood so why not express it through a poem. Sounds like a plan.
"Shadow"
You mangle me in front of faces
For which I cannot care anymore.
You cut my lips for which I can't mutter a syllable
You cut my lips more for which I can not kiss the eagering lust I want to taste.
You cut my tongue for which I can never speak, for that's
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