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One cut isn’t enough.
Two isn’t either.
My beautiful monster calls out to me.
Begs me to come play.
If it didn’t leave so many scars,
raise so many questions,
trust me,
I’d be with it all the time.
It caresses my skin,
holds me close as I cry.
Shows me comfort,
tells me lies.
Forever I lye with my beautiful monster.
For it is a habit I cannot kick.

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