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We left as skeletons

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You are every ounce of horror, every reminding second of a completely terrible life.
You're the single most constant mistake of why (most) my body aches

and from the old iron shackles you locked around my heart to the chunks of my life you picked out from your teeth
I remember for a second just once about the person I used to be.

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