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Nothing Taken But What Was Given
Go ahead, strip me
rip me into shreds
it's too late for safety
anyway
there's always curiosity
to see where this will lead
Pain is just a tool
something to breathe through
numb no longer an option
So I'll bleed on the floor
decipher Rorschach patterns
of my pride
admire the color of my shame
for daring to feel
in the first place
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