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what did you do to her
when you sliced open
my skull
and placed
a pretty little panopticon
to insure that i'd grow up
a pretty little girl
well i can tell you what you did
i can tell you
that you stole her
that you starved her
that you stunted her growth
I can tell you
that you severed her legs
and her arms and her head
that her limbs are no longer hers
I can tell you
that you drained the iron from her blood
that you whittled the mass from her muscles
that you scooped out the marrow from her bones and plucked the hair from her head
and i can tell you that when all that is left in my head is a peach pit fuzzy with mold
and when I have forgotten everyone who i have ever loved
i will always hate you
because you made me murder her
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