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Let me in, breathe me in
So deep, I’m suffocating—
Don’t stop—
Let me touch—don’t touch me.
A bottle spun by who?
Let me taste—
If I can stop screaming, he’ll hear me.
If I stop crying, he’ll relent.

Who cares?
I’m turning and turning and turning.
I love it—I hate it—I feel it. Don’t feel it.
Please, stop. Don’t stop.
You’re not clear. You’re not sober. You’re not well. Your fault.
Break me, put me together, and I’ll tear again a hole.
Can’t bear to be whole.
Let me love you—I’ll never love you.
But I am talking to whom?
Who am I, if not angry?
See my strength.
I separate skin with steel.
I cry ‘til snot bubbles and saliva bleeds.
Now am I pretty?
A pretty secure secret, even I've lost the key.
Where was I going, and where will I be?
A girl grasping sheets, failing to pull free.
Weak.
She's all I see.
 
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Let me in, breathe me in
So deep, I’m suffocating—
Don’t stop—
Let me touch—don’t touch me.
A bottle spun by who?
Let me taste—
If I can stop screaming, he’ll hear me.
If I stop crying, he’ll relent.

Who cares?
I’m turning and turning and turning.
I love it—I hate it—I feel it. Don’t feel it.
Please, stop. Don’t stop.
You’re not clear. You’re not sober. You’re not well. Your fault.
Break me, put me together, and I’ll tear again a hole.
Can’t bear to be whole.
Let me love you—I’ll never love you.
But I am talking to whom?
Who am I, if not angry?
See my strength.
I separate skin with steel.
I cry ‘til snot bubbles and saliva bleeds.
Now am I pretty?
A pretty secure secret, even I've lost the key.
Where was I going, and where will I be?
A girl grasping sheets, failing to pull free.
Weak.
She's all I see.
Very moving.
"I cry ‘til snot bubbles and saliva bleeds" conjures up a hell of an image... maybe an image of hell.
 

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