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And if I only had
one chance to illustrate
the story of just how
I murdered my insides
and pulled them out for all to see,
the time I'd spend with pen in hand
would pale in comparison
to the time I'd spend on wishing
I'd cleaned them up before i cut,
wishing for more time to think about you.
Cos you are who this is for,
whoever you may be
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