Rip my lungs, so I can't breathe,
crack my trachea, leave me in misery,
erase this feeling that has come to be.
Hear the sickening crack of my delicate bones,
though the sound brings you such glee.
Loving the fact I'll never be alone,
my soul with all the others you let bleed.
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