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My Greatest Gift | ||||
I slit my stick wrist to bleed for your becoming that has so often break me into pieces I break my fragile ribs for you to keep as a puzzling memory that you'll live with I gorge my decaying heart for a better use to feed you with true remorse and lament I dig into my infected wound to let your adrenaline pump into cries of guilt and sorrow You mended me and then you broke me again and again and for your pleasure I will die before you. |