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Sometimes I hand out scalpels
And I show you my poor wrists
I get down on my beaten knees
I bow before your fists
I kiss the hand that kills me,
Throw myself into your fire
And I never flinch or fight
My patience doesn’t tire
And my cold and red red blood
Courses down my chin
But for now I crave the pain
From you or from within



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The following comments are for "You Have to Hurt Me."
by nimue_the_mighty

Your peom
very strong peom.

( Posted by: flowersprite [Member] On: January 22, 2005 )





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