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Operation I am lying on a table, naked with my vulnerabilities I see you smiling behind your mask of sincerity I am tied down by invalidations I see you raise the blade of cold surgical steel Your words move across me with cold precision I see the wound smiling with blood red lips I want to get up and run, held down by my low self worth too late, the damage done the wound will heal but the scar will remain on my soul I hear your apologies fall in a pile on the floor I see you smiling behind your mask of sincerity with cold plastic eyes. |
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