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Not I
It’s not funny How you bait me And test me And break me into pieces. Nor is it funny How you hurt me And crush me In every part your long hand reaches. Or how you haunt me And want me, Yet dare not take me with you. It’s like how you move me And you soothe me. Make me love you, Then abuse me. I find it horrifying How I lose my ground, Fall on my knees And cry. And beg you not to leave me Or forsake me To this Hell That is not I.
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