Naked

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I can imagine
My stomach torn,
My throat slit,
My arms cut.

I can imagine
My eyes worn,
My body hit,
My mouth shut.

My mind is a blade,
Every thought a curse.
When it starts to fade,
I make sure it hurts.

If I could crash the car,
If I could fall off a cliff
Into the rock covered waves,
I'd feel alive.

I can imagine.

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