pleaser

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i am a pleaser
ripping my skin from my flesh
just to cover up your pain
cutting off my fingers
to lend you a hand

i was born a pleaser
made to fix and console
never to be loved.

i am a pleaser let me help
i could kill myself trying to help
i will kill myself trying to help.

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