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Needles & Your Hands Need to Stay in Their Pockets (No Means No)
I am screaming
on the inside
like your eyes were
needles where they
roamed across my body
and I cannot fucking
express how much
I want you to be
blind and how much
I need you to stop
stop
s-s-st-st-o-stop
making me
nauseous and
green
I am so green
I need you to
l e a v e m e a l o n e
because my stomach
is shrivelling and my
tongue is so dry and
I want to cut out your fucking eyes
I am begging
you to keep
your hands
to yourself.
on the inside
like your eyes were
needles where they
roamed across my body
and I cannot fucking
express how much
I want you to be
blind and how much
I need you to stop
stop
s-s-st-st-o-stop
making me
nauseous and
green
I am so green
I need you to
l e a v e m e a l o n e
because my stomach
is shrivelling and my
tongue is so dry and
I want to cut out your fucking eyes
I am begging
you to keep
your hands
to yourself.
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