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help me.

my eyes aren't eyes.

they're waterfalls and they're pouring and pouring and pouring and pouring and pouring,

and

my skin isn't skin.

it's paper and it's tearing and tearing and tearing and tearing and tearing and tearing,

and

my pain isn't gone,

it's here and it's killing and killing and killing and killing and killing,

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