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I take out the knife
that you stabbed me
the back with
and used it to peel your words.
I need to understand what’s beneath,
but the more I peel
the more I cut my own fingers
and the more I see
that your words were hollow.
I sit here
with my hands full of blood
while holding the skin of your lies.

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