i looked, it was gone. are you hiding? do you not want me to know? are there little things? you were so quick to erase. is it my mind? is it my scars? is it my anger? do i scare you? it's not fair what i do to myself, it's not fair what you do to me, it's not fair what i then do back; the uncontrollable hurt takes over, and you're petting my
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