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you had so much love and they expected you to have a holy place to put it. "how could we have allowed a god to be unnerving and malformed?" you weep and shred your own back, ripping your puppet body and melting your wax from where you sat on your strings. you use the last of your mirrors and shove scissors into your mouth. you stretch them down your throat and carve out your milk teeth. your flowerbed is eroded and nobody will accept you. your mouth swells with guilt. they have made your mercy feel like weakness. 

MY AGONY IS AGONY. ( NO MATTER HOW BEAUTIFUL I MADE IT. )