"... do whatever."

Shards of glass,
sprinkling down,
cutting through,
breaking up.

Skin so raw,
pained and clawed,
red with blood,
stained with scars.

Break me,
inhale me,
destroy me.

I don't care,
do what the hell you want,
'cause I can't take this
anymore.

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