On my bones, insecurity was carved with a chisel, deep and merciless,
And on my skin, you tattooed doubt, like an artist of shadow and suffering,
Your steps left imprints on my soul, like paths lost in the mist,
You injected fear into my spine, a bitter venom coursing through my veins.
You stabbed—stabbed—stabbed my heart until I bled...
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