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Abuse
Do you like this?
Do you like seeing my suffer.
All the blood and tears you've gave me...
I don't cut for a chuckle or to amuse.
But to show the pain and years of abuse.
An exterior made of titanium, an everyday mask,
an interior made of rose petals and broken glass,
drink away tears that's inside that silver flask,
this world is a portal, within a dangerous mass,
