look what you made me do
I screamed until my throat tore -
"You're hurting me! Please, let me go!"
And you stood there, vacant,
gazing at me with a soft, baffled innocence.,
because you couldnt see the violence of your hands.
You wouldn't see it.
Instead, you looked down at my bleeding body,
shook your head in quiet disappointment,
and whispered,
"Look what you made me do."
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