When the Abuse Thinks Simple Thoughts
You have a knack for making every bone in my brain ache.
If I stick around they'll surely snap like twigs.
I wonder what bones haven't mended in your brain
for you to mar mine.
Must have been hard for you
to become so merciless.
I hope I don't become the same
I hope...
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