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Cut me again Mama and use me as your punching bag.Psyche me out to the core. Tears welling up.Smile in contentment because malice is in your blood.Stare at me in the hall and wait for an answer that does not come from my puckered throat.Be bloody grateful that any words come out of my mouth at all. Be bloody grateful that I get out of bed every morning… Your demands on me… Read More