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The cold steel against my skin 

His patients running thin 

I pull with all my might 

I have to put up a fight 


The pain is killing me 

I know I'll never be free 

He says it is for my own good 

I wish I understood 


He pulls once again 

With the strength of of ten

I wince at the pain 

For him it's gain 



The cold steel against my skin

His patients running even thinner 

I pull with all my might 

I have to put up a fight . ..

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  • Jul 09, 2019

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