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The Killing of Me
This slitting of my throat is nothing new, A little deeper every time The knife you use is beautiful, Camouflaged by trickery and deceit, Flowing words and unseeming lies. I fall into your murderous trap Over and over again, And yet I do not seem to see The many ways you're killing me. How long will it last? How long will you hurt me?
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