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cold, uncaring, beautiful. You know how to them into me, how to cut me, kill me, with your words. That's why I go to you, innocent and naked without my masks, without my shields, because no one else hurts me just like you. *** Flagellate, flagellate, flagellate me! Your whips, your tongue my ragged, red flesh my pain, my degredation - flagellate me some more! Red pain, red lust, red gore, red whore is that all you can do? I thought you said you loved me. Flagellate, flagellate, flagellate me! *** I cut myself to feel, to let the red, eternal truth stain my hands. Screaming welts, a web-work of scars tell of my love for you, because my words cannot. Impotent, bloated words, beached and flailing, I try so hard, but red is my only expression. I hate you because you love me. You love me because I hate you. Red is truth. Pain is eternal. But what am I?
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